It was going to be Hitchcock themed. Birds.
but it turns out i only have bird. singular.
So instead a sort of mad science lab of bottled rats and bats and spiders and beetles, and a few gourds and solanum thrown in for fun.
The Upper Sixth boys came to regardez le spectacle, and declared me to be the coolest person. Ever.
Why didn't i know this when i was in the Lower Fifth?
If i had had a heron at school Daffyd Jones would have thought i was cool. Whatever happened to him? All blonde curls and good at singing, and used to hang out with Fitz?
You know when we did Orpheus in the Underworld?, and we performed the can-can, and i slipped and broke my elbow.
All i needed was a heron.
Hindsight is a blessed thing.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 2:41 PM