blah blah blah bored

I am bored stiff. I should have known better than parking myself in Hoedspruit for four weeks.

My family has a strange way of keeping me somewhat entertained though.

Last week my brother threatened to beat me up in the company of my grandmother. I don’t think she was impressed, neither was I. But we’ve straitened out our differences and now we are thick as thieves again. Kind of.

My mother gets into the car and then she does not keep quiet again until the engine stops running. She is a darling, babbling on to anyone who cares not to listen.

My father mixes up my name with my brother and little cousin’s and says ‘huh?’ a lot while squinting his eyes.

Our youngest cousin moved in with us. He’s thirteen going on fourteen and possible more bored than I am. He is always trying to engage my brother and I in meaningless conversations and then gets very offended if no one responds to his topics.

I try to visit my grandmother everyday. I hope I never turn eighty-one. She revels in bitching to me about my family and how everyone has done her in.

I do amuse myself.