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 hutch. I get it.

I live in a care home you see, so I have plenty of friends.

I sit in different spot every time I visit. But it has to be a busy spot; because I’m looking for fruit. A specific kind of fruit.

L O V E fruits. When I used to walk with my Grandad in the park and we saw two people kissing he would say that they “were getting fruity”.

I love watching people kiss. Grandad would tell me off for staring but I how can you stop watching fruity love shakes, a love fruit salad, fruity love-sickles!

Oh Love is beautiful, it’s gorgeous, it’s life, it’s everything. Love is all around. It is electric it is happy it makes me... smile! I go to the park every afternoon after lessons so I can stare at lesbians snogging, boyfriends holding hands. Dogs humping each other’s behinds and old people patting each others bottoms.

There’s kids there too, younger than me! Sharing a naughty look while going halfsys on a cigarette. Pretending to sunbathe but its just an excuse to take their clothes off for each other. As juicy as the flesh of a peach. As delicious as cherry pulp. I stare at these fruity encounters all afternoon through the lenses of my blue binoculars. And I take notes. Sometimes drawings.

My favourite couple to stare at are always sitting by the pond on a Friday. She’s there first and he comes to meet her. She always looks amazing: killer heels, fishnet tights and her gigantic boobies sit beautifully on her chest. He probably touches them when they are alone. I wish I could see it! She is a fat woman with fantastic gold hair. She takes up half the bench. She is so confident and glamorous. I want to hold her large hips and dance with her underneath a disco ball!

He’s great too. So dapper, always wearing a checked suit. a proper gentleman. He holds her hand and they flirt for ages. Squeezing each others thighs and whispering into each others ears. He looks a lot older than her. But I don’t mind. Love isn’t bound by age, gender or race. Loves just love. They always share a cigarette and after a while he always hands her a white envelope. I’d say it was probably a love letter. Then they walk out the park to a house just opposite the entrance. Probably to cook a romantic meal. They really love each other those two.

I’m so jealous.