Vision In Blue

When I'm out and about I see a lot of things that make me sad. Adults, who should know better, throwing rubbish on the ground when they're two feet away from a bin. Teenager trying to kick pigeons because they're bored. It's really just very sad that, well, that people don't really think. I attract bus crazies, don't ask me how but they just gravitate toward me. So the other night on my way home from town I wasn't really surprised when two young kids and their mum came and boxed me into a corner. But I couldn't have been more wrong. Admittedly they were excitable but they were the nicest little family I'd met in ages. The little boy kept kicking me, but that was accidental, the mum kept apologising and told him that "the woman will probably kick you back, I wouldn't blame her". The next day was the little girls birthday and mum had got cupcakes and a bag from a toy store with her. She was asking them what homework they had and was...

Then I'll begin. Once upon a time there was a woman who loved to read. She had books everywhere, as far as the eye could see, until one sad day when she moved. All her beautiful books were packed into brown boxes and sealed up to be transported across the country. The woman moved to a small flat with nowhere to put up shelves so her books stayed in their brown boxes and were hidden under her bed until the magical day she could bring them out. The End. Unfortunately for me that's no fairy tale. Those boxes are under my bed and the only books I have out are cook books and the few I've brought since moving in. I just haven't been in the mood to read, lucky I supposed as they're stuck under my bed. Instead of the usual 10 minute round trip commute I now commute for over an hour every day. I don't like reading a book on the bus, it gets so packed that on the trip home I usually stand which means it isn't easy to read. So I made the switch to audio books. ...