Graham's evening: a play in one act

GRAHAM:

Phone? Phone? Wake up, I want to play games.

PHONE:

*iz ded*

GRAHAM:

Bollocks. Out of batteries. *unpacks computer* Power? Power? Where are you?

POWER:

*iz hiding*

GRAHAM:

Oh, there you are.

POWER:

*panicks and cowers in a narrow space smaller than Graham's arm*

GRAHAM:

Fuck. *scrapes up arm getting power plug in* *spends hour sorting out which power adapter belongs to which appliance* *is finally ready to power Phone* Ah, finally. Now then, to plug phone in. …. Phone? Where the devil did you get with no batteries?!

PHONE:

*iz hiding in book in bathroom for no adequately explored reason*

In happier news I am nearly moved in to the new house. Unpacking is something else but already my garage is 8x more useful than the old workshop was. Now I just need to find antifatigue mats…