Old Arguments

I am at my parents house. I am sitting in the back room on the sofa. Mum and Dad are there and Sister C and Sister L. They’re all mad with me although I’m not sure what I’ve done. I go and sit on the floor next mum, Sister C pushes me as she moves to sit in an armchair. I complain and they all call me liar, I can see her smirking. I get up and go to the other end of the room, I am looking for a key, I can’t find it. I come back and sit on the sofa. My quilt is folded up on the floor at the end of the sofa, My mum lifts it up and shows me where my key is.

She goes out of the room into the kitchen. Then my dad starts having a go at me. Saying I shouldn’t be causing trouble when she’s sick. He keeps waving a Mike Peters album at me. It has a red cover. He’s using it as an example of something. I tell him I’m not going to stay and listen to him and walk out of the room.

I am asleep on my bed in my old bedroom on the top bunk. My dad comes in. He tells me they are going to eat. I think he wants to ask if I’m going to join them but I’m still angry. I’m wearing a white fluffy nightgown like my mums.

I am thinking of things I can paint on some small canvases I have bought. I think of one picture of a robin sitting on a Christmas tree, outside against the night sky with a house in the background. But I think there is too much in the picture for me to paint and I need a smaller image. Maybe if I just pain the Robin.

I see a beach. It is a lovely calm beach. The sand is yellow and you can see it through the water way out to sea. It looks like Bournemouth or St Ives. I see some women who have come for a run . I am walking with some people down to the beach.