9 August 2012
I woke up and looked over at the clock, 5:75. No one would be up. I stayed in bed looking up at the nightlight that hung just above me. I reached up and turned it off. Out of bed, and into the corridor, I rushed to the living room. It will be a couple of hours before anyone would get up. I turned the T.V. On and watched my programme. I wanted my great grandad to wake up. I knew he'd be the last though. I continue to watch. Then my mum came in. I think the T.V. woke her up. I didn't want her to wake up, but it was 7:00. Then my dad came in with breakfast. I bet I woke the whole house... It was a work day today which meant mummy went to work and daddy went to work and my great grandfather went into town with my grandma, his daughter. I had to go to nursery. It was a rush getting ready, but when we all were dad went off, and my mum took me to my playgroup. We walked. I liked walking through the streets of South West London. Everyone that's been there knows that 10 years ago it was a lovely place. Before the chavs set in. The nursery and the town I live in was near Richmond. We walked round the back roads, which was always much nicer. There were no busy people, busing themselves with their terribly busy lives. I went to nursery with Jane Horrocks' kids but I didn't know them very well. I met up with my cousin, Libby and we started playing. Soon joining in with another great friend of mine, Joe. I don't remember much about nursery. I remember a huge cafeteria. And some of the ladies there. I was jealous that my cousin was liked my every misery nurse there and I wasn't so much... But that didn't stop me. Libby, my cousin, was coming round again tonight so I could see her. My auntie was also coming.
When We're Tired, We Go To Sleep Part 2 • Opuss № I