We're waiting for two visitors this morning, both of whom have promised to be here between 10 and 11 o'clock. The first is the lady (it's usually a female) from Coles with our order and the second is someone who wants to buy our dining room table. I have no doubts that Coles will be here but who knows about the others. If they do come, they'll be getting a bargain. The table is made of solid Malaysian hardwood and has 6 chairs. It's a very impressive bit of furniture.
I wrote todays little bit of rubbish as an exercise: 'Write about a protagonist who has a disability'. I decided mine would have a lisp.
CYNTHIA SIMPSON
Cynthia had a lot going for her. She had been born into a well-to-do Sydney family who lived near the beach on the beautiful North Shore. She was a pretty child with one glaring flaw: she lisped, rather badly so always stumbled when asked what her name was … ‘Thynthia’ might sound amusing but lacks dignity. When asked her name, she always said, ‘Thynthia, Thyn for thyort.
Cynthia grew into a statuesque woman, slim with long blonde hair. She studied hard, graduated as a lawyer and took a position as a barrister with one of Sydney’s leading law firms, where she advanced rapidly into a senior position. It was difficult for her when she was asked to represent a notorious criminal, Simon Sebastian Smith, but she ignored the sniggers and open laughter of the people in the courtroom, and won the case although the judge found it hard to hide his smile when he was giving the verdict.
She also had a secret. Her parents ran one of Australia’s biggest drug gangs and her father had pushed her into law so she could help in the business. One time, when he asked her to represent one of his employees who had been charged, she burst out.
Don’t be thilly, Dad. I’m not intere-th-ted in thatisfying your thilly demands. In thpite of all you have done for me, I’m thure you won’t ex-th-pect me to thtand up in court and make myself look thtupid.
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