The children are asleep. Time for myself. I have two options.
My records and turntable are in quarantine; safely away from curious very young children. It was too much to play whack-a-mole. Even when they get a whack on the head, they return to the turntable to destroy it.
So I put everything in the cupboard.
…..and now they are calling me. Like a lightsaber calling it's Jedi owner
I have to find a way to bring everything alive. I can't keep these good records down.
Just put the needle on the record. No remote control needed. Play the LPs from start to finish
So let's get going.
I would do; but there is something else calling me. What could it be?
It's the TV remote control.
"Hello Neil," said the remote control. "I'm calling you."
"Yes, but why? Is it because you want me to write a story about you?"
"No," replied the remote control "I come to tell you; hurry up, put your phone away and get your records out."
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