At last! After beginning to believe that I was truly turning over to the dark side, being the only one pointed out as cruel and outrageous, along with being an ignorant specimen of a “foreign land”, I have finally been relieved of my suffering. The woman who is named after my tree, the Old Woman in Go-Go Boots, hereafter known as GG, has freaked on her entire class. Ha ha! ‘Tis not just me. No secret e-mails to one person singling them out. No silent simmering. She blew up, stormed out, and then e-mailed everyone to say that she would no longer be accepting comments on her writing. Swoon.
Next weekend is the literary festival in Wales. Can’t wait. Hay-on-Wye, which Meg the Nurse told me about, is a town made up of 30 bookshops, one in a castle. The entire town is basically a bookshop. Swoon.
Pear cider is light and fluffy.
night,
dawn
Mine Own Oxymoron 