Life hard for gun. Life hard for boy. Boy take me with him when he leave men. Men use other gun like me kill people. Make boy use me kill people. Life not good. I gun. Made to kill. Boy shoot me…that not right. Boy shoot WITH me. I best friend he have ...
"You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me." C.S. Lewis
Est. 2009
My tiles! My tiles! They’re ripping them off and throwing them into the Loch. Oh, my tiles! The indignity of it all. My roof has been subjected to so many repairs recently and finally the family have abandoned me to stay in that new upstart of a hotel. I was carefully ...
Cold groute. No butter. No-one thinks of Nis. Nis cleans house all night, gets cold groute, no butter. Nis likes good butter. Nis cleans twin’s house like cold groute. Nis gets no butter house not cleaned well. Helped boy, helped dog. Was invited to other house. Invited!! Nis never been invited before. ...
I very sad this year. Came back to Bindi alone, no family, no friends, Philippa not here. Greg all excited see me! Tell me Philippa coming soon then tell me she not come. She go with family to different place, some place called Noosa. We go with Hamish and Amanda. Long ...
This, this is my story. But it is also the story of so many others: Eddy, Emerald, Georgie and more. You should read my story in its entirety, Jane Langton has detailed it so excitingly in the book pictured below. They had great hearts and protected me from danger so, ...
My loot for this week. There’s a couple of themes here, one is rather unconscious and I only realised when I took the photo just now. Not only are they all kids books aimed at Mondayitis but they’re also all female authors: that’s a kick in the face for unconscious ...
I’ve spent a bit of time at the library looking for books for Mondayitis lately. It’s a lovely experience and takes me back somewhat, not to my childhood as libraries have changed dramatically since then, but to my children’s childhood when we’d go and borrow lots of books for them ...
I am GOLD, wanted by everyman and everywoman. Treasured, I am treasured, even the Queen wants me. I was waylaid, my journey to the Queen derailed. Happy I was to be travelling towards the Queen, she has the dignity and standing to be my owner. But a few miles to go to ...
Okay, I admit it. Life is never dull when transporting a wizard on his crusade against the Nevernever. It isn’t exactly a Sunday picnic either. What with all the vampires and a mysterious man brandishing a sacred sword, it is a wonder my upholstery hasn’t been shredded more often. Honestly, ...
I don’t know why I always end up with Queenie. There are other towels. She always leaves me on top of the locker. This makes it hard for the manager. This year the manager is Sister Bear. She was not happy being manager. Sister Bear worked hard all year. She ...
When will she learn? New people on our island is never a good thing and she should stop inviting them. Or at least stop showing them new places she finds. Nim thought it was such a good cave it could have waited until everyone had gone, caves don’t go away like that. She ...
Bein’ the diary of a slave girl’s a hard life. I bin made up of bits of paper what was goin’ be t’rown out. Clotee knows what she’s doin’ though, just using rubbish if’n she stole a book to use for me things would go much worse for her should she ...
Thanks to everyone for your good wishes, it was a terrible virus. It sounded quite musical here with everyone coughing in different keys and tunes and we’re all quite glad to be listening to normal music. I’m just about caught up with all the house type things that didn’t get done ...
They were plucky, I have to say that for them. They walked miles and miles with just the track to guide them. If the rains had come a day earlier the track would have been washed out and they’d be lost. Plucky. They turned up one day looking rather bedraggled, ...
I listen to the radio today, the news is very hard to hear. What I hear about about Palestine and Israel, Syria and Iraq takes me back to my war, my work with La Résistance française in my home in Normandy. We started early in the war, Patrice organised us but ...