A rose by any other name…beware of train spotters

I run in from the garden covered with muck and compost, undermined by a “caffeine” shortfall. I operate at half speed, due to an “unusually slow” start to the day. I'm careful to hide the secateurs now that tools and cutting tools are no longer categorized as instruments of torture and death. I make a quick head count as the supervisor is otherwise occupied with the computer. My daughter lounges on the sofa with a how to draw book from the library, but she's careful to note the page count on the school calendar so that she'll be eligible for a prize in her class. It would appear that the 'electronics' cupboard has been pillaged. Both boys are 'wired' to their Gameboy and Ninendo games. I go to remonstrate with the supervisor, “how come you're working at the weekend dear?”
“I'm not.” I wait for further details as his hands hover over the computer keyboard and his eyes are glued to the screen. Nothing is forthcoming. I prompt, “looks like work to me?” A pause.
“Oh! No I'm just er well…..” This is code for 'you wouldn't understand.'
“I'm listening. Explain it to me?”
“Well I'm reprogramming the train.”
“The train set in the garden?”
“Yes.” I wait as the screen lures his eyes back as he watches a programme download, the seconds ticking away.

“How is it going?”
“O.k. Still have a few faults to iron out.”
“How will the reprogramming affect it?”
“Oh, it will do lots of cool things!”
“Cool?” Such a dreadful meaningless word.
“Yes.”
“Such as?”
“Well it will go forwards and then backwards and then forwards a little bit…….” he trails off, as do I.
“I think I'll go and water the garden then in that case.”
He calls after me, “all your tulips standing to attention then, nice and straight!” I do refuse to acknowledge this statement.

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