All the Feelings I Had During Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, in Order

WARNING: this post contains the sort of mild, vague-detail spoilers that you can find in any of the newspaper reviews that came out this week. You may wish to be completely unspoiled till the script comes out on Sunday, and if so, you have my hearty permission to withdraw.  It's been three weeks since we … Continue reading All the Feelings I Had During Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, in Order

I prefer my summers in the key of Military Operation: don’t judge

I am now physically incapable of saying 'THSUMMER!' without that Olaf-style lisp and intonation, which is a neat coincidence because we've also spent a lot of our time melting since H broke up for the holidays. Oof, July! Bring on the heat! Before August crashes in with thirty-one straight days of grey drizzle, that old … Continue reading I prefer my summers in the key of Military Operation: don’t judge

September. July.

September. July. It's done. It's all done. There I am, waiting at the school gate for the last time in his first year, next to women I have come to love. And here he comes in a queue of friends, crumpled book bag slung over his shoulder, shirt filthy and untucked, skinny legs tanned in … Continue reading September. July.

Why Trump was the last straw that poked me off Facebook

  It was Donald Trump wot did it. Did what? Oh, well, aside from bringing incendiary fascism into public discourse, cultivating a urine-flavoured candyfloss hairstyle, and delivering all his speeches in a voice that sounds like an old man farting into a set of bagpipes, which you'd think would be enough to be going on … Continue reading Why Trump was the last straw that poked me off Facebook

When a dinosaur comes to a party, it wears its best hat

Birthday fortnight is over. Well, not really - H's birthday is still to come next month, though because he's blown out a glittery '5' candle, he's convinced he already is. And I say: fair enough. You can be five for a few sneaky weeks. Five is great. It seemed like a good idea to move … Continue reading When a dinosaur comes to a party, it wears its best hat

A letter for three (for Teddy)

Dear Teddy, Today is your birthday, and you are three. You have just gone to sleep in fuzzy dinosaur pyjamas, so thoroughly squashed in by soft toys that you look like a pharaoh buried with treasure. You haven't the heart to banish any of them to the toy box, so we come in later to … Continue reading A letter for three (for Teddy)