4 Years of Junk

I got the small straw as a child. General sibling convention states that the older sibling gets the bigger room, the main reason being that they are around earlier to choose! Leaving the younger sibling with the choice of sleeping in the smaller room or the garden shed. As a 3-month old baby, I thought living in the shed may be hazardous and attract social services, so opted for the smaller room.

The problem with the smaller room, is that it is fairly small. The walls are completely empty apart from a large MAFC banner that we stole from the cup final last season. The door only just opens without colliding with the single bed and the wardrobe, chest of drawers and rather small desk fit perfectly along one side of the wall, with the bed practically filling the rest of the room. Falling out of bed on the wrong side in the morning then, is impossible.

This afternoon, after applying for a couple of promising positions that will no doubt recieve no reply, Mother Mitten decided we needed a clear out. My room resembled a dodgy Sunday morning car boot sale, so I agreed and seeing as Father Mitten had stolen the Mittenmobile in which to go to work, my options of activity, if there were any at the start of this long day, had taken a severe hit. Some of the things we found were... ancient. Some, were amazing!

I found my Coldplay album that I thought had been stolen when the Mittenmobile had been broken in to, Mother Mitten found a lot of refereeing accessories that had mysteriously disappeared down the back of the chest of the drawers and amount of DVD's I own has amazingly doubled since this morning, with many of them celebrating a belated reunion with their original cases. The TV, which hasn't worked for a good amount of months after being taken over by aliens, now resides in the garage, along with the PS2 and the controller that technically belongs to Kettle but has a button missing, (it wasn't me) and many old books and music that could mistakenly belong to Grandad Mitten from the 50's. Mother Mitten agreed that the PS2 was vastly out of date, but thought they had already brought out the PS4... No Mum.

So, after a couple of hours and a room full of dust that I am trying to coax out of the window with the promise of a freshly mown lawn to impregnate, my bedroom now resembles an empty, rather lonely place. The wardrobe, which once had a couple of old laptop boxes and a broken cricket helmet on, stands naked in the corner. The chest of drawers now has nothing on top of it apart from a few large piles of DVD's, a couple of football league handbooks and a new 'Mug of Pencils'. My small-ish desk, once covered in needless University prospectus', (is the plural of 'prospectus', prospectii?!), many, many old match reports and programmes and piles of old A-level work, (no laughing at the back, please), is now completely bare apart from the annoying alarm clock that sits alone at the front of the desk, with no friends.

After a vigorous hoovering of the place and a rather embarrassing inspection of my dressing gown that needs to be thrown away for good, Mother Mitten sat down. Oh dear. Her latest attempt to decipher what is going on in that head of mine, which was just as unsuccessful as the last attempts she made. After a bit of nodding and grunting from me, (sorry, I go into my shell!), she had a nosey at my Sister's facebook and left to continue Winter/Spring clean the house. I did tell myself I was going to open up more, but at the moment, I am content with trying not to think about things too much. I will work on getting a job, and working on the uni stuff, whilst trying to occupy myself as much as feasibly possible. Right now, I am trying to keep away from the depressing subjects, and it's working at the moment. Which is fine by me.

Still, I've got 5-a-side tonight, which is something, despite my ears being severely blocked and painful. I'm thinking I might play a defensive role tonight. Be the 5-a-side version of Vidic. Solid.

And then I'll come home and stare into space. Much more space than I'm used to!