Spinksy
School Cricketer
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April 7th 1594,
Dear Diary,
On a clear day, my routine duty would be to feed the cattle, go to the markets and get the required supplies, clean the shack, harvest the wheat fields and cook. But not today -
- A rather vicious storm is currently washing over the humble area of Warwickshire England, the area in which I reside. Although the storm is destroying the wheat fields my father and I have nourished these many years, although this is overshadowed. I cannot await the arrival of the up and coming acts this evening, even as I write, the strokes become sketchy due to overwhelming excitement.
Many people from afar of noble lineage have rolled in to see this years highlighting act, the taming of the shrew at the ever so famous Globe Theatre. My father and I are immensely worried about tonight as my Father is known to many as Warwickshire’s Local Drunk or The Drunken Sailor. So depending on my fathers actions, I may arrive home disappointed, bruised and out of pocket –
- The theatre was as expected, it was entertaining. The now clear and star-ridden sky above added the dream effect to it making it all the more popular. The pit in which I viewed the show however was horrendous, the smells were intoxicating and fellow peasant’s smelt as though they didn’t know quite what a bath was. On a lighter note the acts were awe-inspiring; the actor’s mirrored Shakespeare’s play writing skills, pure and flawless.
The theatre made me forget the downside of being a humble peasant, and enjoy life pleasures. Tomorrow will be different though, as the rain has stopped. It will slowly clear and eventually, the storm will subside.
Dear Diary,
On a clear day, my routine duty would be to feed the cattle, go to the markets and get the required supplies, clean the shack, harvest the wheat fields and cook. But not today -
- A rather vicious storm is currently washing over the humble area of Warwickshire England, the area in which I reside. Although the storm is destroying the wheat fields my father and I have nourished these many years, although this is overshadowed. I cannot await the arrival of the up and coming acts this evening, even as I write, the strokes become sketchy due to overwhelming excitement.
Many people from afar of noble lineage have rolled in to see this years highlighting act, the taming of the shrew at the ever so famous Globe Theatre. My father and I are immensely worried about tonight as my Father is known to many as Warwickshire’s Local Drunk or The Drunken Sailor. So depending on my fathers actions, I may arrive home disappointed, bruised and out of pocket –
- The theatre was as expected, it was entertaining. The now clear and star-ridden sky above added the dream effect to it making it all the more popular. The pit in which I viewed the show however was horrendous, the smells were intoxicating and fellow peasant’s smelt as though they didn’t know quite what a bath was. On a lighter note the acts were awe-inspiring; the actor’s mirrored Shakespeare’s play writing skills, pure and flawless.
The theatre made me forget the downside of being a humble peasant, and enjoy life pleasures. Tomorrow will be different though, as the rain has stopped. It will slowly clear and eventually, the storm will subside.
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