Covered in chalk. Forming an encasement, an encasement around my tight fingers.
Oh but it does feel good to be covered again. Surrounded in white molecules. Molecules to dry out the sweat. Do sweaty hands show one’s nerves? No, just one’s over exertion. There are no nerves in attendance today. Just flow.
Flowing down the straw, a thick treacle tart. Flowing in the tube, an exquisite tasty treat. Oh my I hope Richard does stop with his slurping, it really is quite revolting. You really shouldn’t drink your pie.
Roger Roger.
Roger… Roger are you listening to me?
Huh? What dear? Sorry I didn’t catch that, day dreaming I was.
Roger Roger breaker 99, we are headed home.
Good to hear team Alpha, fly safe, over and out.
I said please stop slurping Roger!
Huh? What dear? Didn’t catch that again…
Oh my this is becoming a bit much. My: APOLOGIES. Did they fall on the ground somewhere? Can anyone see them down there? Under the table maybe? Gran would you mind moving your heels, I think you are stepping on them.
WHAT?! I AM VERY HARD OF HEARING YOU KNOW?!
Yes gran, I am sorry, COULD – YOU – PLEASE MOVE – YOUR FEET!
NO NEED TO YELL, I AM AN OLD WOMAN AFTER ALL. Back in my day…