Of Lions, Witches and Wardrobes.

I love this book dedication....

TO LUCY BARFIELD
My Dear Lucy,
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realised that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think about it. I shall probably be too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be
your affectionate Godfather,
CS LEWIS

How fabulous to have a book dedicated to you.

Strawberry Fields Forever

Things going on...

• Had Lizzy's first parents evening, and she isn't letting me down.
• Had my first exam and got 95%. Feel like a teenager again :oD
• Bought a Christmas present, so that's it, I've finally started.
• Children in Need night tonight, so that'll be another night of watching Terry's syrup swarthing around.
• Taking Lizzy for a jab this morning. I haven't told her where we are going yet. I might just tell her "It's a surprise!"
• Bought the new Harry Potter DVD but haven't had chance to sit and watch it yet.
• Saw "The Devil Wears Prada" - thought it was fair.
• Went out to lunch and stuffed myself with pizza and salad.
• Have been closely following a local story where residents are kicking up about Jane Seymour being a loud and noisy neighbour. Apparently, they preferred Robbie Williams, who was quieter and more sensitive to the local population!
• Have taped last nights Never Mind the Buzzcocks and am so glad the funniest programme on TV is back on

The English Patient

Yesterday, I watched the English Patient, and sobbed for hours.

Dizzy Miss Lizzy

I am sat in the library waiting for my tutor to come back from lunch. She is supposed to be teaching me, not munching on a Tuna and Sweetcorn sandwich. Anyway, whilst here, I have been looking through the classical Cd's and am going to borrow a Wagner one. I might have to change allegiance from Mozart. Inspector Morse would have been horrified.

Lizzy met the new baby for the first time last night. I think she quite liked him, even after her first revulsion at him being a boy.

Hair of the Dog

I am feeling extremely fragile today, as last night I went out and had far too much to drink. I slept with a sick bowl, but didn't have to use it. Why do I do it? It is so rare that I drink, so when I do, I am a useless drinker. I did, however, have a fabulous time! Twelve of us (all girls) went to see a sort of cousin by marriage of mine in a cabaret show. It is quite funnily smutty and they have great singing voices.

Anyway...over to the monster in law for Sunday Roast now. If me stomach will take it.

Fee Fi Fo Fum...

My sister-in-law yesterday gave birth to my first nephew. A little baby boy called Curtis James. When I say little baby boy, I mean giant baby. Ten pounds, fourteen and a half ounces. After all the horrible things that have happened to this family this year, we needed a good thing.

First Trick or Treating

The scariest look she could manage.