As I stride across to the middle of the kitchen, I yet again have a close encounter with another object. I jump across the object to find a donkey, where I see that it wasn’t a donkey at all, and was a dog. This dog was massive; it was black and brown in colour and had long, upright and pointy ears. That was when I came to realise that I was staring straight into the eyes on an Alsatian.
It was really bright in the kitchen, colours like orange and yellow made it seem as if you were on another planet, which was when I heard a noise, it seemed to follow me, I turned around, and nothing was to be seen. I walked toward the circular table, and there it was again, footsteps. “Duff”, “Duff”, “Duff”. I look down and finally find that I was standing on laminate flooring, also in a wooden design.
I then walk into the beautiful bathroom, where I see pink, pink, pink, surrounding me from all angles, there was also a bath, sink and toilet within the room, all in the plain, but effective colour white, but like every room in the house there was 1 thing that stuck out like a Leeds United fan in a Manchester United game. This certain thing wasn’t the sink or the bath it was the toilet seat, the only thing in the bathroom that was wooden.
Travelling back through the kitchen and into the lounge I gathered all my exercise books ready for HELL. Thirty seconds later I’m outside of the warm and comfortable house and onto the freezing cold, ice covered pavement. Delightful. I carry on down the slippery pavement, only to come across a pelican crossing, where I push a little button and all the cars stop, which is great, apart from the horrid noise it makes which isn’t so great. After here I turn left where on my right I see a small supermarket called Jackson’s.
The whole shop is painted in green, internally and externally. Inside you would find counters to the right and of coarse the rest of the shop would be completely taken over by milk, bread and chocolate bars. Carrying on down the road a post office and bakery are to be seen, which believe it or not sell bread and stamps. After here I walked round a long winding road called Church Street, which is a good name because, there is a church. It was really quiet on this road, therefore, so was I. At the end of this road there were more useless traffic lights and pelican crossings.
From here I turned right down a short, but wide alleyway. Down here there is an opening at the end in a brick wall leading straight into the noisy and jam packed car park of the Co-op supermarket. This is a super supermarket as it is very big and has everything from bakeries to travel agents inside, with a bunch of flats on the roof. Just around the corner of here is yet another pelican crossing which takes us from the starter straight to the main course. The town centre. This is the place where all of the tiny town of Ossett’s money is spent. There are butchers, bakeries, newsagents, café’s,
