Boys
There are boys playing guitars in the flat. It is nice. More of that I say :)
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November 30, 2005
November 24, 2005
Weather
As we were seated cosily in the staffroom at the end of the school day, a black cloud, darker than any I had seen before, swept furiously across a deepening sky. The air was suddenly filled with leaves whipped from the trees in the playground and the people in the room became oddly silent. The windows rattled and the doors settled themselves further into their frames with an eerie creak. 'It is snowing in Strood' said a single voice and we all rose from our chairs in readiness to leave.
The weather had created something akin to a scene from 'The Wizard of Oz', I expected Margaret Hamilton to breeze past the window on her broomstick, cackling wildly as the building lifted from its foundations. She didn't. We all climbed into our respective cars and made our way home.
Weather
As we were seated cosily in the staffroom at the end of the school day, a black cloud, darker than any I had seen before, swept furiously across a deepening sky. The air was suddenly filled with leaves whipped from the trees in the playground and the people in the room became oddly silent. The windows rattled and the doors settled themselves further into their frames with an eerie creak. 'It is snowing in Strood' said a single voice and we all rose from our chairs in readiness to leave.
The weather had created something akin to a scene from 'The Wizard of Oz', I expected Margaret Hamilton to breeze past the window on her broomstick, cackling wildly as the building lifted from its foundations. She didn't. We all climbed into our respective cars and made our way home.
Weather
As we were seated cosily in the staffroom at the end of the school day, a black cloud, darker than any I had seen before, swept furiously across a deepening sky. The air was suddenly filled with leaves whipped from the trees in the playground and the people in the room became oddly silent. The windows rattled and the doors settled themselves further into their frames with an eerie creak. 'It is snowing in Strood' said a single voice and we all rose from our chairs in readiness to leave.
The weather had created something akin to a scene from 'The Wizard of Oz', I expected Margaret Hamilton to breeze past the window on her broomstick, cackling wildly as the building lifted from its foundations. She didn't. We all climbed into our respective cars and made our way home.
November 21, 2005
Tears
:'(
My car is poorly.
Very poorly.
I am sad.
I hope the garage can make him better today or I am stranded here in the bay!
:'(
November 08, 2005
Sorry
Sorry it is there twice, sorry there is a comma missing. I can't seem to edit it and I don't want to nag Anthony as to why it is not functioning properly any more.
November 03, 2005
Day
A tough day of work ahead as my portfolio is due in this evening. Just felt the need to fill the blank space.
When did November happen? That certainly crept up on me this year. It is a funny time of year, makes me feel strange. The light begins to fade and the colours of the leaves begin to end their glorious transformation. I am filled with butterflies and never quite sure whether this is through excitement or nerves. An almost nauseus feeling lives with me at the moment, waiting for something to happen. I am not sure what. Just something.
Well, on with the work I suppose.