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

Harry Potter and my teenaged life

'No story lives unless someone wants to listen. The stories we love best do live in us forever. So whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.' J.K. Rowling What makes a story? I am thirteen, and stuck on youth camp for the … Continue reading Harry Potter and my teenaged life

Fiction crushes I have had, in order of appropriateness

Mildly odd: Adam Dalgliesh I LIKE A MAN WHO KNOWS HIS WAY AROUND A MURDER SCENE. Dalgliesh doesn't have my heart like Hercule Poirot does, but he cuts a much more dashing figure in forensic overalls. He's tall. He's private. He writes tortured poetry. He drives a Jag. He is so clever it hurts and … Continue reading Fiction crushes I have had, in order of appropriateness

Saturday night’s alright for chicken wings and a chunky-knit cardy

Well, obviously. You know, I thought I loved Saturday when it was the only day in the week I had a chance to stay in bed beyond 6am. Now I'm up feeding at 5.45 regardless, Saturday has become the only day in the week we have Timothy to ourselves. Which is EVEN BETTER. For all sorts of reasons, … Continue reading Saturday night’s alright for chicken wings and a chunky-knit cardy

When You Go There, They Have To Take You In

My younger brothers are here. They’re downstairs, right now, in that comatose, sweaty state they call sleeping. And they smell and seem too big and ungainly and make lots of noise and have an immense amount of hair, but still: I feel more myself with them in the house. Or rather, I reconnect with a … Continue reading When You Go There, They Have To Take You In

Diversionary Tactics

Of all the improbable developments: I have this month turned into a genuine gym bunny. I have long harboured a very deeply buried ambition to be a good runner. I suspect this aspiration has its roots in the triumphant Primary Sports Day at which I sailed to victory in the 8-year-old's sprint. What a sweet … Continue reading Diversionary Tactics