We have to wake up at 7.30 AM tomorrow. She has an early haircut. I could get quite spherical with sleep all morning, but no no no thought for little me. Bigger than her. I am. Excuse the stunted sentencing; pushed outwards, quilted with soup.
It was The Tempest tonight. Maud was spectacular, and the bit where she scratched her nose was certainly the best bit. Prospero and the King, both also good. But Ferdinand and Miranda were unlovely lovers. Alot of wide eyed amazement and gesturely joy ensued.
There was a traumatic incident with trainers today. She had been saving up for weeks. Then, oh and I giggle maliciously in rememberence, she left them on the peg in the Castle Mall toilets. 5 minutes later and disparued. Ran and rang up every which way, and then rang Sole shoe shop too late. Two little girls had gone in with the shoes and demanded a refund. And, being refused, had upped and left. The thing that upsets the idiot most is that the girls would want money in exchange for the trainers...those trainers were beautiful. Heathens.
Consette x
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