Bagavards tell it how it is

Searching for the missing link

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There comes a time when all you need to do is shop.

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Each branch bared the burden of the gnarl. It had to be protected at all costs.

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Haven’t used markers for colouring, in for ages, so doodled with colours…

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Trying to create the luminous effect… first attempt…failed.

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Our houses and our rooms bear witness to our comings and goings. So many stories they could tell. So many whisperings they would have heard. All the love and hatred that was or is shared echoes through the hallways and breaths into each corner of that abode.

Our past lies deep in each crevice, absorbed into each brick and our present collects all the future and blends it beautifully into our past - allowing us to one day walk into history.

I’m just bored doodling, need to write my leavers script and like every other holiday, I find myself procrastinating. Ugh.

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There had always been a hole; a void; an abyss inside her being, something that she could not shake - as if she was missing some part of her. Some days it pulled at her mental state and tried to swallow her up whole. Other times, it would spew her out and let her enjoy her freedom, for whatever short time that was. Eventually, it would pull her back towards the epicentre of her mind.

Since she was a teenager, she knew it existed and over the years she had adapted to its whims, sometimes badly, but each time she would overcome and reach the frontline again to breathe in the escape. It was only when she reached the last quarter of her life was she able to contain the madness and rip herself free from most of her barriers. After many years of silence, she now wanted to talk and oh boy did she talk…

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The house. A series of bookmarks.

Just for fun.

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Last week of hols. Semi minded about returning to work, but one thing is for sure… that Sunday night before work is going to be a killler.

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Summer hols nearly over and I’ve created a bookcase - made out of cardboard - for my classroom’s reading corner. Still need to put a sign on the top but other than that it is looking ok.

Loved these holidays, been so busy doing diy, meeting and greeting friends and family, painting, chilling and just over all making use of all the time I have spare.

Not going to lie, really don’t feel like going back. And realistically if I didn’t need the monies, I wouldn’t go back.

Oh well. Onwards we go…

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Two weeks left of this school term, then summer hols begin. While, I know the weather has been amazingly hot and summer is in full flow, no doubt as soon as the holidays hit - so will autumn. Happens every year.

Still, got many things planned and I am hoping to get through at least 75% of the list.

1. Revamp art room. Will change art on walls for a new theme ‘past, present and future’. Will also try different painting and colouring techniques.

2. Revamp kitchen… my kitchen is 15 years old now and it deserves a thorough fix up. I’m thinking new floor, doors, worktop and walls painted. I am for a weeks worth of work, as I’ll be doing it by mysel

3. Hallway wall papering and total freshen up of paint and decor. Not too much of a job as it was only done last year.

4. Bedroom swap… will move into the smaller room I think. It feels more warmer. Also paint and decor reshuffle.

5. Bathroom… I won’t be able to diy main parts of bathroom but decor I can do. Realistically it will be a big job so may leave that for professionals, when I have saved up for it.

6. Revamp outside front drive.

7. Finally, chill and enjoy rest of hols.

Two weeks to go…

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Today is a bridge for tomorrow and yesterday to meet.

I like the thought of every second gone by becomes history; making it that we live the past, present and future every day.

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One day left, after so many days dead.

Should have done more

Could have done more

Would have done more … but didn’t.

Sat by the side watching the world go by.

Sums up my half term.

I suppose one productive thing I accomplished was the leaver’s production, which is now, typed up ready for the kids to audition for their parts; after the infamous SATs, that is.

In past years, this time of year has been my most favourite time of year, but for some reason I feel demotivated. Again, once school starts back up, no doubt, I’ll get back into the swing of it.

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Part 2.

I think I ended it too quickly.

It’s not what I imagined, but nothing ever turns out the way I imagined, sometimes they end better but sometimes they are just about good enough.

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Which way is home?

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Even though spring is ages away, I thought I’d make it spring.

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I don’t care. It may not be perfect or really wow, but it’s mine.

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Back in the day, a snow day was literally a day of knee-high snow to wade through and enjoy.