Goodness! Twelve o’clock! Time for the bus! What a lot of people! What a lot of people! Aren’t we squashed! Bloody funny! That chap! What a face! And what a neck! Two foot long! At least!…
(Exclamations from Exercises in Style by Raymond Queneau)
Well, here’s my effort:
Saturday, 14 November 2020
Good heavens! It’s already past 5 o’clock! And I haven’t written my lockdown diary! When I promised people! Bloody hell! How did the time passed this fast?! Oh me! Oh my! How will I even come up with something to write at such short notice?! Impossible! Worse than impossible!
I wasted my time all day! Well, I hasn’t actually wasted it as such but…! It’s 5 o’clock! And not a word written! And to top it, nothing happened all bloody day!!! There is literally nothing to write about! To hell with this goddamn lockdown!
Over to you. 🙂
Recommended reading:
⇒ Exercises in Style by Raymond Queneau
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