Bored

Bored in the house so ventured into the back garden to seek inspiration. The flowers were boring, the sky was boring, to my right a boring grey tin and concrete building, to my left a row of boring conifers, ahead of me a boring brick wall and behind me a boring red brick house. In the corner of the garden sat this old, tired, unemployed wheelbarrow. Snappity snap Mr Wheelbarrow. Went back inside house. Bored.