It all started with a boy. Now, how many times have you read a story or seen a movie that began with that? A lot, right? Well, here's another.
I suppose it didn't technically start with a boy. It all started when my Dad had a massive break down after my Mum left him for his higher earning 'best friend'. But you don't really need to know any more than that to understand this story, or maybe you do, I guess when it comes to the moment that you might, I'll let you into more of that story but until then, you're reading this one.
So, where was I? Oh, yeah, my dad and the break down. Well, at the time of the break down, me, my Dad and my Mum were living in London. But after the break down, and my Mum leaving, my Dad just couldn't cope. He fell behind on the rent and leccy bills, so, somehow this lack of money helped him come to the conclusion of, "We need to move".
Now, this is where our story possibly starts. My Dad decided that he needed to get away from the city. He needed to live in a quiet, small place. Somewhere relaxing and, well, not busy. So, keeping those factors in mind, he decided that moving up North would be the best idea, because apparently, the North is, quiet. He spent about a month looking for places to rent, finally, he found somewhere. A small flat in a place called, Royston Vasey. To be quite honest, I'd never heard of it. I made this very clear to my Dad. I also made clear to my Dad that if I didn't know where Royston Vasey is, then my friends haven't got a hope in hell of knowing where it is. Needless to say, he didn't listen.
I took nearly a whole month to complete the move. Mainly because of my Dad being incapable of getting rid of pointless things. I didn't have much to pack to begin with but I still managed to get rid of everything I hadn't actually looked at in years. In the end, I whittled it down to just my books, of which there are many, My DVD's, again, of which there are many, my games console, laptop, guitar and pack of cards. I play a lot of card games, mainly on my own because no one seems to have the 'patience' nowadays to sit down and play a game of, say, Rummy. I mentioned earlier that if I didn't know where Royston Vasey is, that my 'friends' wouldn't either. I call them friends, they're more just acquaintances, people I happen to know and see every other day and talk too occasionally. If I'd asked them to come and play a game of Rummy with me, I would probably get laughed at, hence why I decide to play a lot of Solitaire. Only needs one person.
Anyway, back to the moving in part of the story, I get distracted to easily, I'll try not to do that as much. So, it took about three trips just to get all of our boxes of things over to the new place, my Dad managed to spread that over a week. Next thing was all of the furniture apart from the beds, my Dad spread that over two weeks, I think mainly because he didn't want to have to site on the floor for too long due to the house not having a sofa for a week after. The last week was all about decorating the new flat, painting the walls and what not. It didn't make the place look any more like a reasonable home but, it helped a little I suppose. Naturally, I was not looking forward to our new residence in Royston Vasey. It was too quiet, boring even. Majority of people were old and some I had come across smelt. It didn't seem like any young people lived here, although, I hadn't really had a proper look around at this point. All in good time.