I had another odd morning.
I go down for tea with Grandad.
My dad’s there too.
Dad: There’s a word for what you are.
Me: What’s that?
Dad: You’re a ‘steampunk’ (He’d heard it on Radio 4…)
Me: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS?!
Dad: (after a while of conversation along the lines of how he didn’t realise I’d mentioned Steampunk dozens of times to him) It’s funny, you think you’re an oddball and then there’s thousands of people on social media like you but you don’t even realise.
Me: *sits on tumblr in the meantime, looking down Steampunkish blogs* O.O Really?! I don’t realise
Mother: (comes in tearful) MCR have split up.
Me: Some sanity…