I guess by now you will have realised that Miss G. is somewhat quirky in personality. Remember this post
where I showed you TARDIS pencil case production in progress. Here is the BIG REVEAL!!!!!
where I showed you TARDIS pencil case production in progress. Here is the BIG REVEAL!!!!!
Miss G. used a bead for the police box light.
A jewellery finding was used for the door handle.
It's turned out to be a rather big pencil case, one that won't squash down easily in a school bag.
So it will be left in her school locker and used at class time only. She has a lot more patience than I would have had. Then again, I'm not obsessed with Dr. Who like she is. :)
Another one of Miss G.'s passions is poetry writing. She came up with this after two nights of an irritating mosquito in her room. They are rather partial to her blood.
Ode to a Mosquito-less Night
Where, mosquito, should you be
In the depth of night
When you come to visit me
Drawn towards my light?
Though I try and try to sleep
My efforts come to nought
You have not even the grace to creep
When you cut the quiet sought
Of every region in the land
You had to choose my bed
The fault is yours if you meet my hand
When whining round my head!
And of every hour in the day
Tis night in which you feast
I'm sorry it must be this way
But you would disturb my peace
So, mosquito, you've been warned
I'd rather not awake
To big red spots my face adorned
When the dawn does break!
By Miss G.
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I will be visiting my parents and brother in Western Australia for about a week and a half, leaving this Sunday. So that means I probably won't be posting. I might get in a comment or two if Mum's computer can cope. Hopefully I will have some photos to share with you on my return but until then, take care everyone,
Anne xx
So it will be left in her school locker and used at class time only. She has a lot more patience than I would have had. Then again, I'm not obsessed with Dr. Who like she is. :)
Another one of Miss G.'s passions is poetry writing. She came up with this after two nights of an irritating mosquito in her room. They are rather partial to her blood.
Ode to a Mosquito-less Night
Where, mosquito, should you be
In the depth of night
When you come to visit me
Drawn towards my light?
Though I try and try to sleep
My efforts come to nought
You have not even the grace to creep
When you cut the quiet sought
Of every region in the land
You had to choose my bed
The fault is yours if you meet my hand
When whining round my head!
And of every hour in the day
Tis night in which you feast
I'm sorry it must be this way
But you would disturb my peace
So, mosquito, you've been warned
I'd rather not awake
To big red spots my face adorned
When the dawn does break!
By Miss G.
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I will be visiting my parents and brother in Western Australia for about a week and a half, leaving this Sunday. So that means I probably won't be posting. I might get in a comment or two if Mum's computer can cope. Hopefully I will have some photos to share with you on my return but until then, take care everyone,
Anne xx
