hat radio.
Tim was not expecting birthday presents. Because it wasn't his birthday. Days that weren't your birthday rarely bred an expectation of presents, unless the church said you got some. Tim had just handed Dixon off to Bridget and gone upstairs to see what the bookshelf had to offer, feeling in an amiable mood. The jukebox started playing Radio Clash, which he appreciated, as opposed to the Tiki Room song which he was getting well and powerfully sick of.
He started rifling through the books, passing a lot of Psychology for Dummies and the like, which he hoped he didn't need, and settled on a book of short stories by a man named Neil Gaiman. He turned, book in hand, and was confronted with a truly hideous hat. It was perched on the pool table, and was terribly familiar since it had, in fact, been a gift for his 30th birthday.
From his mum.
He walked over, expression slightly pinched in disconcerted nonplussedness (it was the only way he could think of his present emotional state), and lifted the hat up. What, if she had gotten him that for his thirtieth, would she have given him and Bridget as a wedding gift? What useless and unbecoming piece of kitsch was most appropriate for a son's rather unanticipated matrimony? What would she be giving Dixon, God help them, if she'd been around?
He wondered if the hat would pick up the Island radio. It would sort of bloody figure if it didn't.
[Issa pensive Tim. The most normal guy around- always a good time to meet him. This is an item post! yay!]
He started rifling through the books, passing a lot of Psychology for Dummies and the like, which he hoped he didn't need, and settled on a book of short stories by a man named Neil Gaiman. He turned, book in hand, and was confronted with a truly hideous hat. It was perched on the pool table, and was terribly familiar since it had, in fact, been a gift for his 30th birthday.
From his mum.
He walked over, expression slightly pinched in disconcerted nonplussedness (it was the only way he could think of his present emotional state), and lifted the hat up. What, if she had gotten him that for his thirtieth, would she have given him and Bridget as a wedding gift? What useless and unbecoming piece of kitsch was most appropriate for a son's rather unanticipated matrimony? What would she be giving Dixon, God help them, if she'd been around?
He wondered if the hat would pick up the Island radio. It would sort of bloody figure if it didn't.
[Issa pensive Tim. The most normal guy around- always a good time to meet him. This is an item post! yay!]