The piece follows a young boy around his home, bored of all his toys, books and TV. All he really wants is to do something with mum. Trouble is, she’s too tired, too busy – their’s housework to do and family issues to resolve, leading to an argument and a new perspective.
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“Mummy,” I said, tugging at her skirt as she washed the dishes. “I’m bored of being bored.”
“You should try being fed up of being fed up,” she replied.
“All I want is to be happy.”
She laughed to herself then leaned in closer. “Sometimes you have to look at things differently to find what you’re searching for.”
Her sentence whizzed through my mind and I couldn’t catch it. “What do you mean?”
“Take these plates for example,” she said, holding one above the sink so its bubbles could flop down into the water. “They may look like things you eat off, but what’s to say they’re not flying saucers in need of a good wash before their next intergalactic mission?”