Episode 70 – Dad’s Cricket Diary – Chapter 8

Episode 64 – Dad’s Cricket Diary – Chapter 7

Episode 68 – Dad’s Cricket Diary – Chapter 6

Episode 67 – Dad’s Cricket Diary – Chapter 5

Episode 66 - Dad's Cricket Diary - Chapter 4

Episode 65 - Dad's Cricket Diary - Chapter 3

Episode 64 - Dad's Cricket Diary - Chapter 2

Episode 63 - Dad's Cricket Diary - Chapter 1

Thanks to  for these three words: stairs, benchtop, rice

Terminal

“Mum?!”

It was the catch-all squark that means “I don’t know where you are and can’t be bothered finding you, but I want to ask you something, now.”

“What?” came the reply from the top of the stairs.

“Can I make a banana smoothie?”

“Sure. Just make sure you clean up.”

“OK.”

With ingredients and utensils still arranged artfully on the benchtop, Olivia sat at the dining room table where her new laptop lay open.

She reached over to pick up the new mouse, knocking the smoothie over. The contents splashed exclusively on the keyboard.

The laptop blinked its last.

The post mortem was somewhat emotional. Olivia hadn’t stopped crying for three hours. Her father examined the corpse

“You could put it in a bag of rice overnight,” he said.

“Will it fix it?” she sniffed.

“No, but you’ll have a banana flavoured rice pudding to go with your expensive paperweight.”

 

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Thanks to Nick Ingram for these three words: cappuccino, Christmas tree, calculator

Numbers

“Dad, see this word?” said Ryan, 8 years old and the proud owner of a new calculator.

He flashed it in front of Rob’s face. The upside down figures spelt out “Lollies”.

“Never has 5,317,077 looked so fascinating, kiddo. Although I wonder about 5,317,006 sometimes.”

“Rob!” said Helen. “I’d love a cappuccino, by the way.”

A large box sat under the Christmas tree. The children had been poking it all week, hoping it was theirs.

Rob sighed. Making a coffee would involve unpacking the machine, a complex “getting ready for first use” routine and then actually making the first cup. It would be awful and he would end up drinking it.

Rob picked up the box and headed to the kitchen. The coffee table was out of position and his shins hit the unseen obstacle hard.

Luckily what he said was drowned out by someone else shouting “Goolies!”

 

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