I am not a teacher. Teachers should be able to inspire children. I’d give anything just to be able to help one child, any child to actually do what I’ve asked them to do for an hour. Just one hour.
My writing has gone down the pan recently, the same can be said of my artwork. I’m learning how to garden but my magic? Not quite as down the pan as my writing and painting but it feels like its headed the same direction.
My website? Well now theres a bright spot. Thankyou very much to the member who shall remain nameless (unless you want to comment) who so liked my new thigh high boots that they sent me a present. It is much appreciated 😉
Nothing works. Nothing about me works anyway, not in the way I want it to. I’m leaving. I’m walking out. I didn’t even manage to get a Glastonbury ticket and I really tried as far as thats concerned. Dratted thing.
So what am I going to do? Running away seems to be what I have planned and that somehow seems wrong. Better choose something right. I don’t know what though.