Me: So, I’ve been asked to audition for this part, but its tonight, and I haven’t really had time to prepare anything, but they know that and will make allowances for it, so I don’t know whether to go and just wing it, what do you think?
Dad: You’re doing my head in, can you go away?
Jeez, thanks for the support. Its moments like these I can tell you think I chose a really worthwhile path in life. Sorry I don’t want a desk job shuffling bits of paper around. And you know when you complain I never talk to you about anything? MAYBE THIS IS WHY.
“Ash on an old man’s sleeve
Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended.
Dust inbreathed was a house—
The walls, the wainscot and the mouse,
The death of hope and despair,
This is the death of air.”—