1. When I was 11, I played the harp. As I didn't have an instrument of my own, I practised on the school harp. It was kept in the teaching room of one of the cello teachers, a rather grouchy lady who tended to get very irritated when I popped in and out to borrow the harp, which I'd then take to the nearest vacant practice room. One day, a bit after school so probably 4ish, I was waiting outside her room to return the harp. I peered through the frosted glass pane by the door, and could see her sitting in her usual chair, with her bright blonde hair and the red knitting she often had. She didn't reply when I rapped a few times. One of her students, a friend of mine, was passing, and I asked her to go in for me I was eleven, ok?). There was no one in the room. It might have been a trick of the light (which was the blue of dusk at that point), but with blonde hair and red knitting? Who knows.
I have a couple of others, but DT's just arrived, so more later.
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Date: 2007-08-12 02:15 pm (UTC)I have a couple of others, but DT's just arrived, so more later.