I can’t remember what happened today like on Wednesday. I am writing this on the 24th. Though I can’t write about the real today because I won’t have anything to write about on Saturday. I’ll just have to leave Friday because I’ve tried to remember what we’ve been doing but I can’t. Entries like theseContinue reading “The most exciting journal entries ever”
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The most important day of the year
Last year, in June, we had an enormous 13th birthday party that included canapes, a meal, presents and a three-tier birthday cake complete with candles and icing. We dressed up (my dad wore the Hawaiian shirt he sets aside for such occasions) and sat at the large table in the conservatory; the one reserved forContinue reading “The most important day of the year”
‘We went swimming today at school. It was hell.’ – aged 9
School swimming was indeed like being banished to an outer circle of Hell sometimes. Sometime before my generation, the adult world apparently decided that children are helpless morons who will happily and willingly drown if not forced to wear what was essentially a full body suit of inflatables to step into a couple of feetContinue reading “‘We went swimming today at school. It was hell.’ – aged 9”
100 likes
One evening when I was in my early teens, my sister created a completely random post on her Facebook page: 100 likes and Ill dye my hair purple A million scenarios may have rushed into your head upon reading that short and rather ungrammatical sentence, but allow me to reassure you. This is notContinue reading “100 likes”
ELEANORA; OR, A TALE REGRETTABLY TRUE
LETTER II The Rev. Joseph Harlowe to Mrs. Marjorie Waldgrave Dear Madam, Your letter sent me into convulsions of the greatest confusion when I receiv’d it this morning. The Duke has a daughter, a new young lady for the Palace! The Mother perish’d! That wicked woman shall, alas, be remembered fondly in death by allContinue reading “ELEANORA; OR, A TALE REGRETTABLY TRUE”
Thursday, 14th April 2022
In retrospect, I think I started to feel different from other people at nursery school. The adults were like characters out of Alice in Wonderland: uncompromising, and full of bizarre, enigmatic statements and demands. One of my abiding memories is of being constantly told not to ‘answer back to the teacher’. All I can rememberContinue reading “Thursday, 14th April 2022”
Wednesday, 13th April 2022 – Blogging my journal for the first time in 11 years…
Blogging my first journal entry after 11 years…
My history with Islandia
Here’s the first mention of Islandia from my journal, written when I was 15. It’s also when I drew my first, VERY basic, map of my imaginary world. Here’s what I wrote: I don’t specifically know why, but I’ve always been fascinated by islands. Leading on from when Michael Hillway and Henry Mitchell became kings,Continue reading “My history with Islandia”
Eleanora; or, A Tale Regrettably True
[Hello! This is my eighteenth-century imitation novel, Eleanora (see Islandia, chapter 7). Let me know if you’d like to read more!] LETTER I Mrs Marjorie Waldgrave to the Rev. Joseph Harlowe Adlebury Hill, February 2 Dear Sir, I had just completed my perusal of your fine letter this morning, seated as I was with myContinue reading “Eleanora; or, A Tale Regrettably True”
Part 2: Chapter 1
James was sitting at a table near the window. When he turned to his right, he had a rather blurred view through the glass, which seemed to be made almost an inch thicker by the layer of dirt and general detritus that Herbert Grease never could get round to cleaning off. In front of him,Continue reading “Part 2: Chapter 1”