Wrapped in plastic
There was something poetic about an exchange between some of us this morning.
Let me set the scene. For reasons best left alone I am in bed half dead and very tired. Also quite possible naked (there may have been pants, but that is all just detail). Millie is with me. She is wearing a dressing gown and drinking tea, which is a wonderful way to start the day. We both have laptops, and are every inch the 21st century couple. Joel walks in. With his laptop. Sits on the bed and starts chatting to us.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"Looking for Christmas presents for people" I reply
"Anything interesting?" he presses...
"I'm at Anne Summers" Millie replies.
I have never seen Joel move so fast. Not even when we were surfing and we thought there were sharks (turns out there were Dolphins, so that's OK). He grabs the laptop from Millie, which is strange because he SWORE that touching a Mac would warp his mind and blister his skin.
"Wow"
Is all we got. Please study his expression. If I took a photo I'll use flickr to publish it later, but it is amazing. So intense.
So we are looking at costumes...
"What's your favorite?" Millie asks.
"That one" he says pointing at something very plastic.
"It's very plastic" she frowns.
"Yes. It. Is."
and that people, is Joel.