Diary Excerpt: The Tudors

April, some years ago, age 9

Going on a trip! We’re going to the museum, to learn about Tudors. Just started to drink my milk. I can’t wait till the trip! Went to the trip! First we did object handling. Then we explored the stone hall and done some dancing, in front of the mayor. At home I’m, well I was watching the Flintstones.

Wednesday, therefore diary time!

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Diary Excerpt: New Glasses

 

April, some years ago, age 9

Today, we did puppet plays in the theatre, in front of Miss Jamieson’s class! I think ours was really good. Everyone liked it. I got some new glasses today! I rather like the shape and frame! Anyway, I’ve had my dinner and, we’re just mucking about. I’ve been on the computer lately. Soon I’m going to bed. Boy, I can’t wait till tomorrow!

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Writing Prompt Exercise: ‘She’d only given in because she was lonely…’

Returning to the good ol’ writing prompt exercises to get the creative juices flowing! I got this one from WritingExercises.co.uk.

She’d only given in because she was lonely. Even though her elderly aunt could be arduous company at the best of times, anything had to be better than sitting in her tiny flat on her own, another Saturday night in a row.

β€œLizzie, start with that box there,” Aunt Viv instructed, pointing at one of the smaller cardboard boxes amongst the many strewn in front of them.

Lizzie obediently flopped down on the floor, legs crossed, and dragged the box towards her. It was covered in dust, like the others, and she sneezed as she slid one scissor leg down the middle of the strip of tape so carefully applied many years ago. Continue reading

Seasons: Autumn – good side

For me, the myriad of classic colours that marks the transition from summer to winter is a beauty seldom rivalled. The crunch of curling leaves underfoot and the faint fragrance of a far-off bonfire whilst walking under a canopy of branches decked in auburn, scarlet, and burnt orange is autumn at its best. Add the charm of soft golden light, dappled by uncertain clouds, for a scene worthy of capturing on canvas.

Wrote this one in quite sleepy state. Just Spring left now then will have to turn my hand to the ‘bad’ side of the seasons at some point…I am gonna find this hard!

Thanks for stopping by πŸ™‚

Ro x