One of my quirks is that I rarely get bored. Even when I am in a situation where I have the potential to be bored (e.g. when Spud spends hours looking at old cars, one of the attractions of the steam rallies we attend; or if I am waiting in a long queue) I just allow myself to switch off, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say I switch on my mind.
If I am in one of the aforementioned situations I find myself formulating an idea for a new novel, or a blog entry. A few weeks ago I made up an entire alphabet about marriage, while Spud was looking at some cars. Today, at an air show, I pondered over a couple of characters that sprang to mind a few days ago, and began to identify who they were, the very early workings of a new story.
Sometimes I will observe my surroundings, and take note of the little, everyday episodes taking place. I will listen to young children talking to their parents, watch an elderly man resting on a seat, or a dog pulling unrestrainedly on its lead. Today, I took in the way a crowd of children and parents interacted with a Punch and Judy show, laughing and some of the children cockily talking back to the puppeteer.
A lot of people complain that the four month summer holidays we receive at university are too long, but I always find too much to do for time to drag. I go out with Spud (or if we are apart, spend two hours a day talking on the phone), write, read, blog, work (at least for the part of the summer), see friends, go out with my family, knit, watch films... Really, I lead quite a busy lifestyle. I always have something on the go. In my opinion, there is too much to see and do to be bored.