(K, D and myself are sitting/lying in the garden, under the shade of a parasol… first properly sunny day of their school holidays).
D: Gah, why are there so many spiders?
Me: (quoting Family Guy) …there’s way too many spiders. Why are there so many spiders? The brochure said there would only be a few spiders. This is a terrible vacation.
– K and I begin to giggle, and can’t stop –
K: It’s true though, it’s harder to stop laughing when you’re laid on your back.
– more uncontrollable giggling –
K: But yeah, it’s annoying. That’s the only thing it (the parasol) doesn’t block out; spiders.
D: What? What so it blocks out everything but spiders? It’s blocking out… me and you and the grass and the trees and the air…
K: Yeah. Everything around us, it’s all just spiders. Everything is spiders.
Me: So… We’re actually in a black hole right now? There’s nothing here at all, except us and the spiders? We’re not even here?
K: (giggling like a lunatic) …Spiders!
You probably had to be there.
Aren’t you gutted you weren’t?