26 November 2012
Dear Diary, I wouldn't normally say 'Dear diary' because I feel like that's a American thing (no offence) but I guess I should do it so people know what I'm talking about! Anyway I have to get the bus on a Monday, and there's this homeless guy that plays the harmonica by the bus stop. I bought his this lovely millionaire shortbread cake, and a cup of hot tea. I walked up to him on my way to the bus, "Here I got these these for you." I said kindly showing him the food. The look on his face was... Like he was disgusted but thankful. "No I don't like tea. And I like stuff which I can bring home and put in the microwave." he carries on playing his harmonica so I walk off. Slightly hurt, I just offered some free food to help him out. He turns it down! Then he turns out that he's not homeless. Oh well can't please some people! I really wanted to get home and go for a walk to my den, I know I'm nearly 13 but have a den... Do I care? It's a great place, hidden away in the woods! I've got my penknife and my home made bow and arrow. It's a good bow and arrow and I've got a pretty good shot! I want to start a archery class or falconry. I did a lesson on falconry for my 12th birthday and I loved it! I flew a hawk, 2 barn owls and a tiny small owl!!! I really enjoyed it. Anyway dinners ready, tuna pasta- my face ;)
'till next time. Daisy or Daze your choose, comment which one you think! Xx
Opuss № I