About this time last week I was stood in the middle of a nearby field, with my Mum, in a state of complete and utter panic, having walked for an hour or so (in circles) and having lost all sense of direction. I was absolutely convinced we'd ended up miles away from home and I … Continue reading Week Eleven
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IT’S CHRISTMASSSS
I'm sat in the lounge drinking tea. I'm surrounded by Christmas decorations. The fireplace is cluttered with ornamental robins, Santas, snowmen and candles. The darker it gets outside, the brighter the lights on the tree and in the window shine. The whole room looks cheerful. I had a piano lesson this afternoon. It's been nearly five … Continue reading IT’S CHRISTMASSSS
The only way is up
I'm in the kitchen with my mum, bacon's in the frying pan, I've got a cup of tea in hand and I'm a happy bunny. I'm wearing my roughest jeans and a hoodie and I've definitely got that Sunday feeling. Work last week was better than I ever could have imagined. I went back into … Continue reading The only way is up
Hip Hip Hip Hip Hooray
I'm sat at my desk, the sun has got its hat on, Passenger's album 'All the Little Lights' is whizzing 'round the record player and I'm making my way through a massive mug of tea. I can't contain my excitement: It's GAME OF THRONES DAY. Last week, I worked my first day in a school! … Continue reading Hip Hip Hip Hip Hooray
Singing goodbye to butterflies in the shower
Caught myself singing in the shower, wondered 'round with a towel turban on my head, left my stuff all over the sofa while I went out last night, sung opera in my bedroom, let my iTunes music shuffle freely without cringing when The Circle of Life started playing: One week here and it feels like … Continue reading Singing goodbye to butterflies in the shower