So we sold our kitchen table on friday, which was great, excellent, made lots of money. And all that.
Problem being that Liz and Lee's table, which was currently residing behind our couch, had all its legs unscrewed and we have no tools at my flat. This was problematic not only for the lack of kitchen table but also because people were coming to Roleplay at my house.
So I text Anne.
AIMEE: Hi. Can you bring a screwdriver to my house tonight? Otherwise we shall have no table.
ANNE: Sure, how big are the screws?
AIMEE: Like, one centimetre.
ANNE: No. Okay, is there a plus sign on the head or a line across it?
(She has to use small words so that I can understand)
AIMEE: ...They are potentially less screws and more bolts. I need a thing to put on bolty bits.
ANNE: A spanner. Would you like a spanner?
AIMEE: Yes please. I fail.
ANNE: That's alright. I am here for you. And I also secretly snuck into boy scouts as a child.
AIMEE: I did Brownies. But all my badges are in, like, macrame and reading.
ANNE: Mine are in the internet, awesome, and tools. I will see you soon.
So Anne turns up at my house with her dinner and a spanner. I give her the 'bolts'.
ANNE: Aimee. These are nuts.
ANNE: You are a big, big freak.
About halfway through the game I recognised the irony of my playing a character who can built anything with a bit of metal and some number eight wire.