I remember my childhood's boredom. Endless weekends, the whole world away on exciting outings, gone to exotic summerhouses, the rain, the sky without a cloud because it was one big cloud, my fingers would play with the dust on the windowsill, slowly drawing figures of eight. And without noticing I would merge into a dream where boredom didn't exist and no Monday would ever appear.
My late great Aunt Trish always said to me, "there is no such thing as being bored, there are only boring people." I didn't always agree with her, but she wanted me to Do,rather than sit on my ass and pout. I never told her that I kind of like to pout.
ReplyDeleteI love your comment, remember all the "late great aunts" and what they said about life and children:-)
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