Chapter 1 - Early Start
was at total peace filled with overlapping dreams
that bore no relationship to reality yet to my sleepy
brain they were as real as life. The dream I was
currently experiencing was about me walking down an
unknown street with the blazing sun overhead heating
my cheek while the ground gently vibrated filling me
with calm serenity. The vibrations then increased
shaking at the very foundations of my dream world
filling my head with the high pitched sound of a gong
being hit repeatedly. Was it dinner time already? I
wondered within my dream state. There was also
someone cursing loudly, effing and blinding like a
sailor who caught himself within his trouser zip.
Maybe he was late for dinner too.
dream dispersed almost immediately as I woke yet the
metallic gong and the swearing continued. My pet cat
Jubjub was half sitting upon my face, purring loudly,
while I continued to recover my senses.
It was a
few moments before I realised the metallic sound of
metal hitting against metal was real as well as the
very loud swearing. While still groggy I gazed toward
the clock which displayed 5:58 in bright red numerals.
I wondered whether to take a look out of the window
or not at the source of the noise or whether to
simply go back to sleep.
was then a momentary panic that shot through one part
of my mind before the rational part had time to
process it. Was it 5:58 in the morning or afternoon?
I already knew it was early morning for there was no
way I could have slept throughout the day without
waking up, but the millisecond of panic was enough to
force me to climb out of bed and disturb Jubjub from
early summer, the sun had risen over an hour earlier
so it was clearly daylight as I peeped out from the
side of the curtains taking care not to be spotted.
was patch waste ground opposite that once was covered
with lush green trees that had been removed giving
access to work vehicles as they built houses further
down the street. I remembered the annoyance as each
vehicle reversed, beeping as they did so, warning
everyone within a two mile radius to get out of the
way. With over six work vehicles the beeping was
constant. But the houses had been finished long ago
and the lorries gone, so I hoped the noises of
builders had ceased too.
the left over patch of waste ground had been left
with a rackety fence around it while the ground
itself was covered with heaps of earth. It had been
said that it would be converted into a children's
play area, with swings, roundabouts and the like, but
I was sure it was just a rumour as no council in
their right mind would build a children's playground
next to a busy main road. That would be insane.
was clear that I was totally wrong because the fence
around the waste ground was being re-erected along
with a large sign explaining its future use. The
builder, totally ignorant as to the time of day,
proceeded to hit his metal hammer against the metal
fence causing the entire thing to echo like a bell
waking everyone in the nearby houses. I couldn't see
the loud man swearing at him but I could surly hear
him as he continued cursing and effing at the builder
who carried on regardless.
I knew I
would never get back to sleep but I clambered back
into bed anyway and closed my eyes.
2 - Total Boredom
surprise I found myself waking up three hours later
with Jubjub still at my side and total silence
outside. I couldn't believe I slept through all that
racket and I wondered if the angry man did eventually
silence the builder.
it was going to be along day today for I had nothing
whatsoever to do apart from staying in waiting around
for a parcel to arrive. I hoped the postman hadn't
arrived early and left a card in the door as it was
already after nine.
carefully peeled Jubjub from my face once more then
heaved myself out of bed before talking another quick
peek out of the window. The fence around the waste
ground was secure as well as a new metal gate from
which a padlock hung. The council sign declaring its
future use was clearly on display albeit at a strange
angle as if to intentionally not lot let passers by
see it. I wondered how annoying it would soon become
when it was in use, filling the air with the sound of
screaming kids during the day and drunken layabouts
getting myself dressed I left the bedroom heading
straight for the kitchen, passing the front door
letterbox on the way making sure there was no postman
switched on the kettle then debated with myself
whether I should even attempt to shave that day for I
knew the likelihood of the postman knocking while I
had shaving cream all over my face was greater than
if I never bothered to shave.
I was a
tea drinker, I loved tea, there was something about
tea that made me feel calm even though it never
really tasted of anything. Coffee on the other hand
had a far stronger taste and there was a common
belief that it awaked the mind and body making it the
perfect morning drink. To be honest I never
experienced any buzz to drinking coffee whatsoever,
whether I drank during the morning or the night, but
even so I decided to have a nice hot cup of milky
coffee instead. Coffee also had the advantage of
being quicker to make.
had been the weekend then the day would have been
filled with excitement even if I had to stay in. I
could have watched television, listened to the radio,
played on the Xbox, but those options weren't open to
me during a weekday. Television was totally different,
with wall to wall programmes about antiques, as well
as shows about people moving house. The radio was
different too catering for people who were brainless.
Even playing games on the Xbox was out of the
question, as there was no one to play it with.
kettle switched off I poured it into my mug and made
myself a coffee before carrying it into the living
room and sitting down.
only been up for ten minutes and I was already bored.
Chapter 3 - A Jogger
I wasn't such a boring person I could think of
something better to do? I thought to myself as I
poured out my second coffee of the day. I didn't
really mean it, I was teasing myself, something I
often did while bored. I looked toward the kitchen
window as I could see droplets of water form against
its pane. Even though I was inside I felt annoyance
with the rain as it would likely slow the postman
down or even prevent him delivering my parcel
at the window as the droplets became heavier until I
could hear them bouncing against the pane. I took a
few steps forward, my coffee mug in hand, and took a
glance outside. The sky was grey and overcast looking
as though a heavy downpour was on its way.
then caught my eye which in many ways looked most
surreal yet was perfectly normal as to the situation.
The human mind had a tendency to dismiss certain
things as unimportant while others as something to
notice. I was reminded of a quote some years earlier
about a psychologist who spoke about how people with
hearing aids were more noticeable than people who
wore spectacles, even though glasses were more
prominent upon their face. In other words people are
more likely to notice things if they are not an
everyday occurrence, you only notice what is unusual.
Anyway I digress.
caught my eye from the window was a woman, wearing a
tracksuit, running in the rain. It wasn't strange at
all for the rain had only just started. What was
unusual however was that she had her dog with her, on
a lead, which ran along beside her. She may not in
fact have been a jogger at all but just someone who
was taking her dog for a walk while wearing a
tracksuit who had inadvertently got caught out in the
rain and was running back home as to not get wet.
to myself having no idea why I found the situation
funny as it was not funny whatsoever. There were
plenty of other people across the street that were
also caught by the sudden change of weather yet I
didn't find their situation funny.
continued to watch her as she jogged further down the
street then across the road back to her house. I
sipped my coffee then calmly walked away from the
window before leaning against the wall wondering what
to do next.
Chapter 4 - A Very Happy Man
too long before I received another surprise from
outside the window, in fact I was still on the same
cup of coffee so it was a matter of mere minutes
later. There were still people scurrying home, many
of them with bags of heavy shopping, trying to get
out of the rain which, due to the darkening sky,
appeared very close to a downpour.
man who appeared to be in his early seventies was
trotting home in a half walk half run manner whilst
pushing one of those trolleys that old ladies often
use to carry their shopping. Not only are they useful
for carrying groceries but they also have the
advantage of acting as a walking frame so long as it's
full and acts as a counter weight against the person
pushing it. They are popular with the old but
occasionally younger people can be seen with them.
had a huge grin upon his face and at first I wondered
if he could see me because his smile appeared as
though responding to someone yet there was no one
near enough to him to react to. He then started
speaking loudly over the sound of the rain before
giggling in an old man tone.
back from the curtain and waited a moment before
taking another look. He clearly wasn't speaking to me
so I wondered if he may have in fact had a phone with
him or even one of those blasted Bluetooth headsets.
As I continued to watch fascinated by this man
conversing with himself I managed to hear some of
what he was saying.
loaves," he said before laughing, "Six
his head while his grin remained fixed. I continued
to stare before I heard a noise next to my front door.
It wasn't a knock but there was still a chance that
it may have been the postman so I quickly put down my
coffee cup, left the kitchen and rushed towards the
front door only to be disappointed as it was nothing
more than someone walking by.
waiting in, it was doing my head in. Why couldn't
postmen always arrive at fixed times of the day
rather than staggering delivery times? I was becoming
increasingly annoyed and wished I never bought items
through the post. They may have been slightly cheaper
but at least if I had gone to the shops in person I
wouldn't have to wait around for it to be delivered.
walked away from the front door and headed back to
the kitchen taking another look out of the window.
The man had gone. He had obviously got a bargain with
his six loaves of bread and he didn't have to wait
for them either.
Chapter 5 - An Unbelievable
that day, just a few hours in fact but it felt a lot
longer, I had gone back to the bedroom laying myself
on top of the bed, not with the intention of sleeping
but just trying to pass the time. The rain had
stopped but the sky was still overcast and grey
filling my bedroom with a dreary glow giving the
appearance that it was late evening rather than
midday. I so wished I had been tired but my brain and
body were both fully alert while my mind was filled
up from the bed then adjusted my lopsided clothing
before taking a quick glimpse out of the window. The
ground was wet reflecting what little light there was
that tried its best to squeeze itself between the
at the pavement beside the car park. Someone had left
a pile of food out for the many birds that frequented
the area. There were often seagulls during the early
mornings followed by pigeons the rest of the day so
it wasn't an unusual sight to see piles of bread or
dried up flakes of whatever was left over at the
restaurant across the street.
amazed me however was the sight of a black fluffy cat
and a crow eating this pile of bird food side by side.
It appeared the cat was so preoccupied with eating
that it didn't notice the bird beside it, while the
crow, a very large one in fact, didn't to be in the
least bothered by the cat. I so wished I had a camera
at hand but it wasn't long before the crow calmly
Chapter 6 - Make Up Your
postman still hadn't arrived as it approached early
afternoon. I was beginning to think he would never
come and I was likely to have to spend the following
day doing the same thing. I was no longer in the
kitchen or bedroom, this time I was in the living
room, as I spied upon whoever passed by.
It was a
while before anything happened but it was worth the
wait when a most oddly behaving woman caught my eye
as she walked down the street.
pushing a baby in a pushchair, one of those common
type of pushchairs where the baby faces the front and
almost permanently cries due to the fact that it's
unaware that their mother is pushing behind. Babies
have no sense of the world, they don't know
pushchairs don't move by themselves and someone has
to push. Have the baby facing the parent then it won't
cry, it's simple logic.
strange woman pushing the pushchair repeatedly
stopped to look underneath each car she passed, she
didn't even crouch down to look, she stood with
straight legs and bent her body over. I guessed she
must have passed earlier and had dropped something
that she was now searching for.
looked Chinese and wore bland green trousers, a black
jacket that didn't quite cover her body and a black
backpack with lots of winding straps.
appear to have any reaction to the mud or gravel next
to the curb and simply pushed the pushchair through
the mud and over a bumpy manhole cover even directly
through what was left of the pile of food someone had
left for the birds.
stopped and looked toward some workers who had
returned to the waste ground continuing to fiddle
with the already intact fence. For a moment I thought
she may be one of their wives or girlfriends but she
didn't walk over to them she simply stopped and
wondered if she heard about the new park being built
and expected it to already be finished. Maybe she was
taking her child there to play.
her backpack, which took her quite some time as she
struggled with the straps, she pulled out a mobile
phone and a pair of sunglasses then immediately put
the phone into her pocket and the glasses upon her
turned the pushchair and pushed it away from the
waste ground and pushed it back along the pavement
the way she came, while still continuing to stop and
look under the very same cars again as she had
previously. Suddenly she pointed at something, it was
an exaggerated point as if she knew she was being
watched but the baby could not have possibly seen her
in that position. She proceeded to walk around the
car, and over to the temporary fence the builders had
erected around the waste ground, and picked up what
looked to be a clear plastic cup putting it into a
shopping bag hanging from the back of the pushchair.
guessed she was just collecting rubbish in order to
recycle it and was enjoying it more so having her
child with her.
attempted to move back along the pavement, pushing
the pushchair, in almost an instant she stopped and
rubbed her feet against the ground presumably to
scrape off mud stuck to her shoes. She then retrieved
the plastic cup back out of the bag and began to wipe
it with a handkerchief then put it back inside
followed by scraping her feet against the ground
totally engrossed by what was going on. Maybe I was
mistaken, maybe it wasn't a plastic cup at all, but
either way she was acting very peculiar. She was
probably Japanese they can be eccentric at times.
removed her right shoe and pulled up her sock and put
her shoe back on, and scraped it on the ground again.
Then did the exact same ritual for the left foot
including scraping her shoe against the ground once
she continued pushing the pushchair back along the
pavement but I couldn't believe my eyes when she
stopped yet again. She bent down causing her tiny
small jacket to ruck up revealing bare skin and a bit
of bottom cleavage. She checked on the baby and began
to fiddle with something on the front of the
pushchair then continued to push it for just a few
more feet then stopped again to rearrange her
began to push it again without looking where she was
going she pushed it off the curb and into the road,
then stopped to look at the wheel and fiddle with the
front of the pushchair some more.
eventually get going but the entire incident must
have taken around twenty minutes. I had no idea what
was going on, she must have been loopy. Nice arse
Chapter 7 - The Postman
person I was hoping to arrive finally did as I saw
the postman pushing his large post trolley down my
street stopping to post items along the way. I let
out a sigh of relief and knew it would only be a few
more minutes at most before he finally arrived.
into the kitchen and put on the kettle ready to make
a nice cup of refreshing tea while opening my package.
I also switched on the radio and didn't care about
the annoying presenter waffling on and on about
something unimportant. Finally my boredom was about
to be put to rest and I could spend the rest of the
day doing something creative rather than moping
hear the postman walking up the path towards my house
ready to knock on my door so I could receive my
delivery. I rushed over to the front door in
anticipation like an overexcited child at Christmas.
The letter box opened and my parcel slipped through
and dropped onto the doormat then the postman calmly
left proceeding with his deliveries.
with mixed emotions. It was an expensive item and I
was told I would need to sign for it. Why did I need
to wait in all day? I picked it up then placed it
upon the table before walking over to the window.