Write about your favourite hobby!

My name is Aggie and my favourite thing to do is sit in Handsworth park (Birmingham) with my blue binoculars and my pencil set. It’s my favourite place to go and my favourite thing to do. I will always ask politely if my friends want to come with me (it’s only a 14 minute walk away) but hey: they have other hobbies like playing PlayStation or cleaning the rabbit ...

23rd March 2020

I’ve been told to keep a diary.

I’m not anxious, just bored.

Maybe I should buy a meditative healing stone.

24th

I’ve been looking through the amazon reviews for salt crystal lamps today.

I’ve been fired. Not in a bad way. They knew I wasn’t really enjoying the job so this works for both of us.

Salt crystal lamps have healing properties so you’ve got to spend a bit of mone...

Thirteen months ago, both Matriarchs were given a clue,

Phones buzzed, could the news be true?

Nine thousand kilometres across the sea,

Jan and Ellen decided to share their family tree

Before our minds could process,

Our letterbox held inspiration for french summer dress.

Ellen’s organisation, (an inherently German trait),

caused Jan to look lovingly at his soul mate...

(her perfect spreads...

“Sophie, Sophie!” My friend Jem exclaimed, interrupting our enriching conversation regarding prostates and male G-spots. “Yes?” I said.

“That girl looks EXACTLY like you. Look!”

All four of us turned around in our seats. We were in a central London Weather Spoons for a catch up.

“Omg, she so, so does” gawked Ella. “That is weird”.

I scanned the busy room and finally spotted my twin at the bar...

I slide my lanky body in a WHSmith, side-eying my next victim from behind a huge pink poster selling fluffy pencil cases. As I suspect, the slowing Ford Ka pulls over and a young woman gets out with two huge ASOS parcels. Hoisting her shoulder upwards to pin phone to ear; she chatters enthusiastically, using a spare foot to kick the door shut.

A classic code red. A Royal Mail jobby.

As she rushes...

She ran and ran and ran and ran. Today had been the straw that broke the camels back. Too much sickly warmth. Too many pillows, safety locks and endless TV series. Claustrophobia. Why was everything so clean? So organised? So empty and meaningless? She could barley breath. A daily battle with boredom. She felt dangerously close to giving in. Unfulfilled and imprisoned in her own monstrous head. Sh...

Muddy paws

Wind blown fringe.

Crunch

Whistle

Cry,

Crack

Rustle

Sing.

Distant bang

Pheasant squawk

Splash

Flutter

Gasp,

Toot

Bubble

Buzz.

Garlic, Blackberries

Sorrel and Mint

Giggle

hop

Chirp

Swoosh

Howl

Hush

Squelch & Thud

Pine straw,

stomp.

Velvet muzzle,

tail goes swish.

Tongue clicks:

Jump and sniff

Clip

Clop

Hoist.

Chuck

Muffle

Romp.

...

I’ve started this new thing, a personal resolution if you will. I want to look people in the eyes and acknowledge them. Maybe smile, maybe say hi. On my way to work; in the shops, anywhere, anytime, anyone. I’m going to start today. I’ve spent a lot of time as a young adult in London avoiding eye contact. Looking anywhere but a face and building up a sort of fear of people. I fear strangers and la...

Shut the church doors

Put on your gloves

Close the cafes

The clock strikes 5

They bellow: YOU ARE NOT ALONE

Don’t cough

How rude!

Tick tick tick tock

No time for bullshit

Stop your commute

You silly fool

Don’t visit your grandad!

Stay away, stay away!

Laugh at the panic buyers

Panic buy.

Halt the service sector

It’s not that important anyway

The clock strikes 5

They bellow: YOU ARE NOT...