Updated: Feb 7
Jane continued on with the million tasks she had that day.
Remembering to put the towels in the dryer; making sure Jack had his banana for play lunch and his sandwiches cut in neat triangles so that they would fit into the lunch box; changing the water bowl for Henry who was now tearing up an old sock; putting on the dishwasher; keeping her eye on the time so they wouldn’t be late for school; picking up some milk and something easy for dinner before making sure she still had time to have a quick chat to the girls outside the school gate about the dance school concert tickets, before opening her laptop to read the incoming emails and then sending the important replies to the New Zealand company from which she’d ordered more online purchases.
‘Hey, hon, do I have a clean shirt for work?’
‘Babe, you’re not listening. I said, “What sort of wrap do you want for lunch?”’
‘Wrap? What exactly are we talking about here?’
Is he thinking 'shawl'? she wonders, flapping a piece of pita bread in the air.
That's a wrap
What immediately springs to mind is the flooding relief felt when the First Assistant calls out these words on a drama shoot. Techs suddenly spring into life, hefting around cables and packing filming gear into big silver boxes and crates as if their lives depended on it. The rush to the local drinking hole, or home for a few cold ones from