The Past Few Days...

I hadn't got round to posting in the past few days so here's what happened.
Me and Maddy had drama rehearsal on Wednesday which was good, and on Wednesday evening Jessica my sister came home from Japan.
On Thursday my mum and dad and i went out to Lincoln for the day and we walked up "Steep Hill" which had lots of nice shops on it, then we went and picked up Gillian from her PGL place which is actually quite posh and theres a guy a the place with an afro but she hasn't taught him though.
On Friday me and Maddy had another drama rehearsal but this time it was a half hour one on one session to practice our monologues for our Lamda exam in July(i think), then later my family went out for lunch and we were gonna go some where but we ended up just going shopping - me my mum and gill - cos gill doesnt have a h&m and other shops near her. I bought a present and card for my dads birthday on th 1st june.
Today i just sat out in the garden most of the day revising and reading and i also made some nice bread with Jess.

These are my two Lamda monologues:

CATCHING FLIES
by Penny Phillips
Sarah is very small and serious and very nice – most of the time.
She is staring intently at a fly that is flying in front of her and
settles on the windowpane – the audiences are the
window. Sarah speaks with a bunged-up nose as if she has a
cold. She creeps up to the fly. Just as she is about to grab it she
gives an enormous sniff.

SARAH: Missed it!
Katie Saunders can catch flies as easy as anything.

She watches carefully, slowly creeps closer – then sniffs and
grabs.

Darn it! I need a really slow one. (Sniff.) Oh, I'm fed
up. (Sniff.) I'm fed up with everyone copying me...
(Sniff.) I can't help sounding bunged up, it's my
adenoids.

She freezes as she sees a fly, watches, sniffs, grabs.

And I'm fed up with Miss Roberts saying (Imitating
her.) 'Do shut your mouth, Sarah. Are you catching
flies? Ha ha ha.' She says it every day and laughs that
funny horsey laugh. I don't say to her, 'What a funny
laugh, Miss Roberts. Have you swallowed a horse?'

(Seeing a fly.) There's a big fat slow one. I'll hold
my breath...

She takes a deep breath, creeps, concentrates and catches it.

Got it! I've caught one! I've really caught one!
Just wait till tomorrow! When she says, 'Sarah,
are you catching flies?' I'll open my hand right
under her nose and let this out and say, 'Yes,
Miss Roberts. Look!'
She opens her hand wide, to demonstrate. The fly flies
away.
Oh, I give up!
Sniff


THE SECRET GARDEN
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

MARY LENNOX, brought up in India, travels to England
on the death of her parents. She conies to live in her uncle ‘s
house, Misslethwaite Manor, on the edge of the Yorkshire
moors. Here she meets her cousin, Colin, who is an invalid
and has become rather spoiled and demanding in his
manner. In this scene MARY is talking to Colin about
Dickon, brother to Martha the maid.

MARY: I’m thinking about the way you spoke to Martha, Colin.
Once in India I saw a boy who was a rajah. He had rubies
and emeralds and diamonds stuck all over him. Everybody
had to do everything he told them — in a minute. I think they’d
have been killed if they didn’t. You spoke to Martha just like
that. It made me think. . .how different you are to Dickon.

[COLIN: Who’s Dickon? What a funny name.]

He’s Martha’s brother. He’s twelve, and he is not like anyone else in the world. He can charm foxes and squirrels and rabbits just as the natives in India charm snakes. He plays a very soft tune on a pipe and they just come and listen. He played on his pipe and they listened. But he didn’t call it magic. He says it’s because he lives on the moor so much and knows their ways. He says he feels sometimes as if he was a bird or a rabbit himself, he likes them so. I think he asked the robin questions. It seemed as if they talked to each other in soft chirps. He knows about everything that grows or lives on the moor.

[COLIN: What’s the moor like?]

The moor is the most beautiful place. Thousands of lovely things grow on it and there are thousands of little creatures all busy building nests and making holes and burrows and chippering or singing or squeaking to each other. They are so busy and having such fun under the earth or in the trees or heather. It’s their world. Actually, I’ve never been there.
Not really. I only drove over it in the dark when I came to this house.

Colin, I was thinking — you and I might go on the moor —some time.