Right.
I'm on the floor. It's shiny laminate, with a wood pattern. I'm young, or meant to be, two or three with a 13 year olds brain full off knowledge. I try to stand - I fall. So I lie back and dart my eyes to a voice. Now In Real Life, this man's MG's dad. He's The G. He's even dressed the same as I last saw him - Blue top, high vis yellow waistcoat, arrow scraper through his belt loop and gardening gloves hanging out his pocket- Same Messy hair same everything. He goes up a ladder into the rafters of this great hall and grabs a small box out of his back pocket and putting just out off view. He comes down and smiles at me, offering his hand to help me walk. I accept, and we wander round the hall.
Now pass forward a few moments.
I'm on the floor. It's shiny laminate, with a wood pattern. I'm dressed in a black collard top, black skinny jeans going down inside my boots (Black, of course, Grey fur lined round the top, tough velvet material to the ankle, then thick rubber toe and soles), Black and silver skull tie and my hair falls in waves round my shoulders, not dyed but dark in the winter months. A shouting voice reminds me that I'm 16, and I shouldn't be on the floor. I flip my legs up and role forward to a crouch so I can stand up. I look around. The G is still around, looking the same as before, sitting in the corner, looking at me with slight concern. The voice came from his daughter, MG who is displaying an "I'm 18!" badge. Memory serves me and I figure its the 24th of April, and I must be 17 not 16. "C'mon." she says. "We need to get this done or we wont be ready. She's talking about the storms. I look over at our climbing frame. Even that's prepared. The swings are detachable canoes and it can collapse to a raft at a moments notice. "We need to clear out the loft," I say, "There are things up there that aren't prepared." I head over to the loft and start to pull down the ladder when I'm stopped by The G. "No need, I've done it." I continue pulling down the stairs with a grunt.
"Wont mind if I check then will you."
I don't know what happened after.
This was yesterdays, I can't right up today's.
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