[Diary Notes]
The boredom of watching the same TV programmes over
and over sometimes feels overwhelming, Mrs Brown doing
the same slapstick comedy routines and I have to watch it
because the Lord and Master of the Crocodile Castle feels
it is relaxing, after washing the dishes I no longer have an
excuse to go off on my own - is this some form of torture?
I would like to read Soul Music again, Susan’s adventures
with Imp Y Celyn are marvelous - specifically since Death
went off on a sabbatical to forget the death of his adopted
daughter Ysabel, but instead here I am - a prisoner caught
in front of the TV, maybe I should read my book right here
though the light is so weak, yet the feeling of frustration is
Growing and I would rather run away than stay to hear the
inane conversation, only alternative is using my earphones,
since experiments have proven that the sensory stimulation
of our youth fools our brains into thinking we are still young,
I'm listening to Lindie Roux Cu-Cu-Ru-Cu-Cu & feel thirteen
years old again, their radio is playing as I watch in fascination
What my brothers are doing in the glorious Aladdin’s cave of
their room, charging batteries & taking an alarm clock apart,
parts of another radio and a bicycle lying around, Peter Pan
tinkering with a home-made distillery to brew his own peach
brandy, pieces of a Lyall Watson-pyramid which is supposed
to sharpen razor blades littering the floor - today Peter Pan
Swears it never sharpened anything - memories of fleeting
happiness since I adored my clever older brothers so much
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