THIS IS FOR YOU

Back home my computer wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I went to my dad’s.
‘Hello,’ I said to a man pulling on his trousers on as he came up the stairs followed by my dad who said, ‘you've been where?’
‘I’ve only just arrived,’ I said.
Behind the door of the front room opened left were two piles of paper both about a metre high. On top of one a computer like mine but with a larger screen, on the other audio recording equipment.
There was a note: This is for you, Dad