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| Footy, writing, posting, hope | May 5, 2010 | One of the venues where we hold the Eisteddfod is at the local independent theatre – the Playhouse. In lieu of words here are some pictures I took on our final night there while I hung about backstage moving kids, music stands and pianos on and off the stage. |
| Footy, writing, posting, hope | One of the venues where we hold the Eisteddfod is at the local independent theatre – the Playhouse. In lieu of words here are some pictures I took on our final night there while I hung about backstage moving kids, music stands and pianos on and off the stage. |
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| I could barely even be bothered watching TV | I am making it through the week in a post-Eisteddfod haze. Let’s all thank our lucky stars that Monday was a holiday because I was incapable of doing anything on the weekend past sitting on the lounge and staring into space. I could barely even be bothered watching TV as it took too much concentration […] |
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| I could barely even be bothered watching TV | I am making it through the week in a post-Eisteddfod haze. Let’s all thank our lucky stars that Monday was a holiday because I was incapable of doing anything on the weekend past sitting on the lounge and staring into space. I could barely even be bothered watching TV as it took too much concentration […] |
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| Phew: Well at least the house didn’t burn down | April 30, 2010 | Well really wasn’t I doing so well with my daily Eisteddfod updates until Wednesday. After that the wheels started to fall off the wagon. I got tired, sometimes a little bit snappy and basically was not anywhere near my computer. Therefore, no fascinating posts to read. So let’s see – On Thursday morning I wore […] |
| Phew: Well at least the house didn’t burn down | Well really wasn’t I doing so well with my daily Eisteddfod updates until Wednesday. After that the wheels started to fall off the wagon. I got tired, sometimes a little bit snappy and basically was not anywhere near my computer. Therefore, no fascinating posts to read. So let’s see – On Thursday morning I wore […] |
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| Day 4: Is brought to you by mascara and the colour green | April 27, 2010 | I am tired. I stayed up too late to be getting up at 5:30am. As a result I am wearing a little more makeup than usual under my eyes (shadows) and have hacked into the mascara even though I know that by the end of the day I will look like a raccoon because it […] |
| Day 4: Is brought to you by mascara and the colour green | I am tired. I stayed up too late to be getting up at 5:30am. As a result I am wearing a little more makeup than usual under my eyes (shadows) and have hacked into the mascara even though I know that by the end of the day I will look like a raccoon because it […] |
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| Day 3: Faure and Skechers | April 26, 2010 | Day 3. I’m awake,showered, dressed and eating my breakfast at a time when I would usually still be in bed. My eyes are being held open by imaginary matchsticks and I am steeling myself for the day of a zillion children singing in their school choirs. Shortly, they will descend on the Civic Centre – […] |
| Day 3: Faure and Skechers | Day 3. I’m awake,showered, dressed and eating my breakfast at a time when I would usually still be in bed. My eyes are being held open by imaginary matchsticks and I am steeling myself for the day of a zillion children singing in their school choirs. Shortly, they will descend on the Civic Centre – […] |