SkrivarSara - Tales from an Aspiring Writer

No Oxford, but Hatfield yesterday. It has a galleria, called The Galleria, that had the feeling of an airport (you know, long, glazed in passages). I followd the family, and it was pretty good. I bought a pink cotton robe with cherry blossoms, four books and a sudoku book. The books were named Grave Peril, the third book of the Dresden Files, Goblet of Fire, which I already has in Swedish, but I want it in English (only Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azkaban left), Paradise Lost, by Milton, you know, and an atlas of the world history. Yes, I like history. Didn't you know that.

I read Grave Peril yesterday, and it was quite late when I finished, seeing that we come home around 20.00. It was quite good, but I wish that I could have read the second book first. Anyway. So I slept late yesterday, and with the fact that I woke up quite early both yesterday and today, you understand I'm somewhat tired. Haven't written anything either, but I got a fit Friday and wrote my story The Fog to quite late that night. Ah, well.

Today, we've been eating goose and duck, and there is an ox tongue in a pan on the stove. Hm. The weather is beautiful, so I'm going for a short walk soon, and after that, I will continue to write on The Fog. The geography is just so boring.

I have to do my homework too, grammar and a summary of the news article. Ah, well, I'll cope with it.

See you!

Sara