A Walk Through The Forest

Boredom

I let out a sigh.

Silence. Except for the hum of our obscured 80's TV; living in our musky family space. Except for the high pitched noise issuing from Moose, as she whines her heart out and causes my ear drums to bleed. Except for the nonchalant drone escaping the expressionless weather man as he gestures cluelessly to a blurred screen behind him. There was silence.

It was on the red checked carpet that I sat, cross-legged, with my back against the arm of our fraying couch (also from the 80's era). Everything in our house was old. It was as if we had invaded and chased out a Victorian family; settling in their home without even the slightest bit of re-decoration.

Despite having a Victorian house (okay well it's not quite that old ((but it appears to be)), I do possess belongings of the 21st century. However my laptop, iPod and relatively 'in trend' tele has been boxed up, protruding from the movers lorry about 15 million miles away - including the wifi router! So the outcome is terrestrial channels, no internet and no friends over until we move! It was far from riveting.

I let out a sigh. I was tired. Tired of staring at the same patch of rotting wallpaper; tired of the weather report and lousy soaps; tired of my parents persistently telling me there was plenty to amuse myself: when in hindsight there was nothing. It was as if I were watching paint dry : monotonous and slow.

Hearing my intake of breath my parents both turned towards me, in unison, and spontaneously suggested I take the "placid beast" for a walk. I sigh again, this time inaudible. However, my mother must have notice my unsatisfied look because an astounded expression cast over her visage. She must have worked out that her idea was not quite as thrilling as she had imagined.

Nevertheless, I agreed.