I sat at the window and stared out at the garden, wandering what I should do with my day. Nothing seemed very appealing - cleaning, reading, going for a little walk. There was no telephone, no signal for my mobile, no intenet or wifi. Not even a pen in the whole cottage, let alone a piece of paper, so writing another chapter for my novel was out of the question. I just needed mum to come back. She'd been gone for over a week this time. I didn't even have any money, so I didn't even have the choice of what i ate. There were about two cans of beans on the shelf, no bread left, and the only drink was water from the tap.
And even that was going to be gone soon if I didn't pay the bills.
In the end, I decided to go for a walk, so I grabbed my coat and stepped out into the sunshine. It was warm, the leaves on the trees bright and cheery. I loved spring. Everything was so new and fresh.
I headed over to the stream, where I'd sat and wrote in summer. It sucked not having my journal here, or any paper. I couldn't really do anything.
And I didn't even know if mum was coming back.