Posts Tagged ‘Mr Twenty’

…And by ‘sad‘ I mean ‘boring‘.

Meet Mr. Twenty.

He’s been living on my pin board for nigh on two years, eleven months and thirteen days. Not that anyone kept count. That would just be weird.

It was mid-way through January 2007 when for reasons that cannot be mentioned… or remembered… If they even existed to begin with, I leased out this spot on my pin board to Mr Twenty Dollar Note. He has lived there ever since, always ready for an emergency. Patient beyond understanding, to the point of appearing to be an inanimate object.

For over two years and eleven months he has waited. What would the emergency be?

Would he be used for beer? A pack of cigarettes? A burger and chips? An emergency trip to the aquarium for a private viewing of the sacred goldfish of the amazon?

But alas, ’twas never meant to be. The emergency never emerged. The necessity to take him down and spend him was never there. He was forgotten and remembered, laughed about and asked about. Summers passed, winters went by, springs sprung past, autumn’s did whatever the hell they do… And still he hung around.

But now it is time for him to leave his spot on the pin board.

Today Mr Twenty Dollar Note is moving to the back fold of the wallet. To be spent as frivolously as any other note…

For where I go now, no pin board can follow.

Everything is coming down in these parts, preparing for the Big Move, and being packed away into boxes, awaiting the day when I shall send for them. At first I’m going to be living on what I can carry on the plane. So I’m minimizing everything in order to fit it into the suitcase and keep under the weight limit.

Only three more days until I’m in Melbourne.