Jay looked out the hotel window, watching the tractor pulling the hay bales wind through the narrow streets. Somebody would be eating well this winter, or so he assumed. What he knew about farming could fill the proverbial book.
Chris would know. Chris was the farm boy of the bunch. Or Kerry. But Chris was off doing third or fourth sound checks and Kerry was asleep. It really didn’t matter. He was just bored.
“Saw a shitload of hay,” he told Chris later.
Chris burst out laughing. “You really need something to do don’t you?”
Jay shrugged. “That would be good.”
“Soundcheck?”
“I’m there.”
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A rather engaging ignorance
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Boredom comes in many flavors:)
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It’s nice to have good friends involved in the music business.
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Yes, it is isn’t it.
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Sometimes people count tiles on the floor for keeping them engaged.. funny story. Nicely written 😀😀
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He might have to try that! Thanks.
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He really does sound bored! Nice one.
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Thanks!
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Dear Athling,
It sounds like Jay needs a hobby. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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He needs a job at least to keep him busy. Thanks.
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It does take all sorts of individuals to make a rounded society. But being bored in France that is sad
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Has more to do with not being able to do anything than anything else:)
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“Tractor watching”, it’s the latest pastime!
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Yes, indeed!
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The countryside isn’t for everyone, I know. 🙂
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True. Jay is a city-boy at heart.
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I very much liked the concept of this story, and you wrote it engagingly. A lovely piece of gentle humour!
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I like the positive attitude despite him being bored. They seem to be good friends. And he finally found something to do.
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“tractorspotting?”
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