Tony's last set piece of the day is quite a bizarre childhood throwback. He sulks when he goes to bed. He spends most of his time in his room anyway since he got a recordable freeview box 😐...but when it's bed time he does the pilgrimage to the kitchen where instead of brushing his teeth, he takes a pain killer for his permanent tooth ache due to a lifetime of having not brushed his teeth.
Tony has no 'bedtime'. He is solely responsible for choosing his bedtime. He's 54, for fuck's sake! But that pain killer pilgrimage is performed with the resentful reluctance of a young boy who has been sent to bed.
On the outward journey, he shuffles, staring into infinity, with the pill pursed between his lips, hunched, arms hanging, palms back.
Some tap and water based activity.
On the return journey, he shuffles, hunched, arms hanging, palms back, looking at the floor like: 'When I'm grown up, I'm never going to bed! ".
It's been said that my housemate could be a one man sit-com. I've forgotten hundreds of Tony moments so, mostly for my own record, I'm going to post them here, but they're good for sharing. It might seem a bit unfair, and maybe it is, but I want it to be known: I like the guy, he's welcome and comfortable in my house; but he's so odd, with an enchanting and aggravatingly childlike naivety. He's like my teenage son. My teenage, 10 years my senior, son.
Thursday, 25 August 2016
Sulking off to bed
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