Sparks

After a morning of reading, I transformed myself into a tradesperson. Or tradesman as it used to be called. This transformation (of occupation, not gender) allowed me to gain admittance to the daughter’s gaff where essential maintenance work had to be carried out. And imagine if they’d returned to find me clearing up and we were able to sit and chat and laugh together. What might the daughter have thought? Might she have said, "Yes- being able to sit in the living room on a Saturday afternoon and talking about nothing of importance - bliss!” Though I imagine the so in law would have disagreed as, "weapons strategy during a zombie apocalypse is pretty important." Ah yes, only in dreams. 
Later, a film - that Tom Hanks in News of the World. Ah, he’s a good'un is that Tom, and this was right proper. The big panoramas, the injuns, the malevolent sorts with twisted features and bad teeth right out of a Peckinpah movie, and the hard lives of the decent and honest pioneer folk. Triffic.