February, some years ago, aged 10
Hi! Parc Asterix was not open*. Went to Louis 14 palace**, and on a cruise near Eifil*** tower.
Diary Entry: Palace of Versailles
memories
Diary Entry: ‘…had to clean my window.’
Hellooo realised I missed a diary entry and did an extra bit from the fantasy universe again last week, so here’s a Wednesday (yes tad belated!) diary excerpt to get things back to track, obviously Continue reading
Broken Promise
I regret that evening every single day. If I could turn back the clock, I would, of course I would. The look on your face when I turned away for the final time, to follow my new, cool ‘friends’ to the party is forever etched in my memory.
I did it again…
Right, I did it again so we are just going to backdate this to the previous Wednesday and we will take things from there. Maybe a New Year’s Resolution, to get the hang of this?
Here is a cute diary entry, then:
‘What Makes You Happy?’ – Part 1
Listening to raindrops, accompanied by the shrieking wind, pounding against the window whilst I sit wrapped in the warmth of a huge blanket.
Immersing myself again and again into my favourite fictional worlds, each visit affording new discoveries.
The smell of my parents’ home as I step over the threshold, the perfect blend of spices, incense and comfort that I have never not known.
The phenomenal taste of my mother’s dal dhokli, best described as an Indian pasta dish, exploding against my tongue in all its tangy, sweet glory
Singing karaoke at the top of my lungs alongside my closest friends. Continue reading
Diary Excerpt: Party Bag Thingies
June, some years ago, Age 9
Today, we’re going to a party! At the (local) Sports Center. It’s N’s (my mummy’s friend’s daughter. N’s my friend too.) Birthday. We’ve got her a Crayola Artcase. Went to Party! Got a pencil case, pencil sharpener, cake (peice of) for party bag thingies. Well they were in a pencil case but the cake wasn’t.
Diary Excerpt: Daisy Chains
May, some years ago, Age 9
Today, we played outside ‘cos it’s Sunday. I made a daisy chain but R ruined it. Well, it doesn’t matter. Had dinner. For lunch we had noodles. Went swimming. I think I might be moved up in swimming. Anyway when we tucked R into bed, he started coughing and was sick. Mummy thinks he may have caught a bug. Hey, it’s bank holiday Monday tomorrow. Wonder what it will be like. Today I got 50p pocket money. Continue reading
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.
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Wednesday, therefore diary time!
I have three main things to comment on this week’s entry. Continue reading
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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Another Wednesday, another diary excerpt! Continue reading
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.
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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.
“Lizzie, 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
Sugar Fuelled Scribblings 