Toy yard

Suffolk girl sits on her bed watching shit tv, she has a needle in each hand and attempts to remember how to knit hand warmers with thicker yarn and needles than she needs. She sighs every so often when she gets it wrong and unpulls the already knitted piece. Irish man walks in, his black hat is permently stuck to his head and his beard is always neatly shaven. She looks up at him and smiles.

Suffolk: Hay what's the craic?

Irish: Nothing much, you?

Suffolk: Oh just getting aggrivated as per usual! I can't remember how to knit these gloves.

Irish: You knit gloves?

Suffolk: Well no not really, they are hand warmers

He chuckles to himself

Irish: What's the difference like?

Suffolk: One goes over...

Irish: You know I dont actually care!

Suffolk: I don't care I'm going to tell you anyway

Irish: Alright

Suffolk: Well you did ask me!

Irish: Ok pet, do you have any filters while I listen to this amazing explaination

Suffolk girl chucks the filters at him, he displays a cheeky smile, she isn't put off, he concentrates on the cigarette he is rolling and takes no notice of her babble on.

Suffolk: One goes over your hands, one goes over your hands and fingers, then you have mittens which go over both but aren't so...

Irish: Yeah yeah I know what mittens are

He chuckles again

Suffolk: I had to make sure, you are quite foolish sometimes

He looks offended it is the first time he lifts his gaze from the cigarette

Irish: I could have called you something a lot nastier

Suffolk: I'm fine without!

He picks up the biggest knitting needle in the basket and starts playing with it. Spinning it around his hand then poking her with it

Suffolk: Quit it

Cheshire lass walks in, she is wearing her hair down she always looks clean and fresh, Suffolk didn't remember the last time she saw her look rough.

Cheshire: Hello sweetie

Cheshire lass looks at Suffolk Girl. She looks at Irish man, then ruffles his hair

Cheshire: Hello pet

He smiles giddily.

Suffolk: Hay what's up?

Cheshire: Nothing much just wondering what your all doing tonight?

Suffolk: Nothing much, you?

Cheshire: Thinking about drinking

Suffolk: Solid idea

Cheshire lass walks over to the shelves on the far corner of the room and picks up the my little pony standing on the shelf.

Cheshire: I have one of these

Suffolk: I know I think they should be lovers

Cheshire: Mine's a girl too though

Suffolk: They can be lesbian lovers it's fine

She laughs and starts to brush it's hair. In that moment Cheltnham lad walks in with Norwich boy. They look stunned to all the people in suffolk girls small smelly room.

Suffolk: Hello pickles, whats the craic?

Cheltnham: Nothing much, we where thinking about having a drink down head of steam.

Cheshire: Yeah that sounds cool

Irish: Who else it with you?

Norwich: We said we would meet some people down there to play pool.

Suffolk: Whats going on tonight?

Cheltnham lad picks up the untuned gitaur, he carries a thick head of hair, while Norwich lad has a skin head. Norwich lad picks up the tamborine and starts to make a disjointed beat, Cheltnham boy begins to strum a scratchy melody. Irish man is still twirling the needle, Cheshire lass is still brushing the pony's hair, the shit tv is still playing, everyone is slightly engrossed in their new found toys. The Cheltnham boy snaps us from his gaze on the gitaur and says

Cheltnham: Right whose coming

Suffolk: You going now?

Cheshire: I'll come

Irish: Yeah may as well

Suffolk: Ok well let me finish my row and I 'll join you guys down there.

Norwich: Just leave it, it's not like you can't do it later!

Suffolk: No I need to change, still in pajamas

Norwich boy looks at Suffolk girl and shakes his head, Cheshire lass and Irish boy laugh to this action.

Norwich: You still haven't changed and it is three o'clock. Deary me

Suffolk: Leave me alone it's my day off, I'll see you guys down there!

Cheltnham: Alreet pet! Come on

They all say goodbye and exit the room slowly, the door bangs behind them and Suffolk girl is left with her possessions lying all around the room. She sighs again and finishes her row.

(I have learnt in university if you have strange things in your room people will fiddle with them momentarily, then leave them only to come back later and do the same. My rooms a bit like a toy yard! you are always in everyones pockets, things never stop happening, I wouldn't have it any other way!)