Henry, Jasper Fforde and the raisins that wanted to be free

Having just one baby-sized child is a bit like a trial run for having children in general. For one thing, we're making everything up as we go along. Every new phase is a bright astonishing thing. For another, he's pretty good at going everywhere with us. He doesn't care where we are as long as we're … Continue reading Henry, Jasper Fforde and the raisins that wanted to be free

On the Tenth Date of Christmas…

...Timothy was brilliant, that's what. I got a phone call at 4.30pm, while Henry and I were collapsed in the grateful silence of a feed (it had been a colicky sort of afternoon), to say 'I'm coming home. I've got Henry a babysitter. Let's go and watch Sherlock Holmes'. May I remind you that this was … Continue reading On the Tenth Date of Christmas…