In picking up the radio my thumb rested on the ribbed volume dial and clicked it from off. A tinny wall of static scratched out of the speaker. I jumped. I’d been sorting my office, moving a box of the old man’s things, the radio included. I nudged the other dial a few millimetres - it had been knocked a little off station with the years in that box - and there it was, as it was every morning and Sunday lunchtime when I was a kid: Radio 2, AM, muffled and washy.
What a magical little moment, beautifully captured
Gosh. Words elude me. Xx
Hey bruv, I remember the radio well. I’m still listening to Radio 2, although that may change with Ken going 😉
Not sure how I missed this one when you posted. How very beautiful.
Deliciously poignant. Beautiful and touching
Consider the HUG button clicked.
Mark, all love to you.
Wow, Mark, poignant moment for you