Long Time, No See...

...Hi...
I am very sorry for no posts in such a long, long time. I have in fact been manically revising for exams and then went on holiday and basically I have been incredibly busy.

Anyhow, I now intend on starting a blog post series about photography tips. The idea is that i will post tips which i have myself picked up over the years, or looked up and learnt recently myself. My aim of this is to encourage you all to take photos, and have a love for photography like me!

Furthermore as I am now FREE from high school I intend on posting a lot more often than usual and I am very excited to do so too!
Speak to you soon xx

Nursery Rhymes

As a child I loved nursery rhymes but of course not all nursery rhymes are the usual childish sort, many have deeper meanings. A few years ago I wrote a short story based on the true meaning of a nursey rhyme so here goes...

A ring a ring o’ roses. What’s wrong with me? Rashes all over my body, big red spots bulging out of my skin, atishoo, atishoo! I can’t stop sneezing. The doctor came in to examine me, but I screamed with terror! He had a huge cone shaped, bird like beak covering his face. He walked slowly to my bed and leant over me and I could smell the aroma of fresh thyme and lavender coming from his mask. The doctor asked me to lift my arms up and he had a look for something, then he turned to my mother and she gasped. I thought it was weird but when I looked down at my armpits, I could see a great big purple blotch erupting out of me. Then I could see bright yellow puss oozing out of the giant spot and the doctor wrapped a cloth around me. I started crying but then he took me outside and led me to a sewer! He told me to sit in it for an hour and then to go back to my bed and see if I feel better in the morning, and then he was gone!

In the morning I woke up and felt much better! The doctor came in, holding a chicken and asked how I was feeling. Then he placed the chicken’s bottom on my spots! I said nothing but squirmed the whole time. Later on the priest came in and I heard him talking to my mother downstairs. Then I could hear him coming up the stairs as the floorboards were creaking and he swung the door open. However when the priest entered, his jolly face turned into a red, scowled angry face. He ran straight down the stairs again and shouted to my mother “The wicked kid has caught the plague!” And I could hear my mother crying. When she came upstairs her eyes were swollen and her face was red. Mother gave me a pocket full of posies to sleep with to make me better. She rocked me to sleep…

I woke with a sudden thud at the door and I heard mother answer. I crept halfway down the stairs and saw some of the locals painting a red cross on the front of the door and the doctor talking to mother. The floorboards creaked, mother turned and came up to see me. She sent me to my bed straight away and when I asked what was happening she told me not to worry. Before I went to bed mother asked me how I was feeling and I explained I felt much, much better and that tomorrow I wanted to go outside and play with the other children. Mother replied “Maybe” and kissed me on the forehead…

The next day when she woke, the girl sneezed and sneezed and sneezed. Her feeling better had given false hope. Atishoo, atishoo we all fall down…………………………

  

She died…