Sorry I’ve been ‘AWOL’ for a little while. I hate it when people tell you how busy they are, so all I’ll say is AAAAAGH. There, that’s better.
Now, to make up for my naughty non-posting, I’ve got a little giveaway for you.
A little while ago – you might remember – I was one of the 10 winners of the Mumsnet/Walkers Books short story competition.
I went to London yesterday for the launch of the book (‘The Book of Bedtime Stories’), which contains the 10 winning stories. I felt like such a country bumpkin. It’s years since I’ve been to London on my own and now that I live out ‘in the sticks’, well, it was all a bit of a shock to the system.
It was rush hour when I arrived in Paddington and I just couldn’t work out how to get from the Bakerloo line to the Northern line. It was hot and busy and my brain just wouldn’t work. It was blank. In the end, I had to ask a nice, helpful train man chap. If I hadn’t, to be honest, I think I’d still be roaming around the Underground now, with the buskers.
I met most of the other writers at the launch, which was fun although it was a shame that Frann Preston-Gannon, the clever lady who did the illustrations for my story, wasn’t there, as I’d like to have told her how much I liked her pictures.
If you’d like to win a copy of the book (it’s hardback, aimed at children 7 and under and would make a lovely Christmas present!), just leave a comment and tell me who you’d like to give the book to. I’ll pick a winner at random after the closing date, which is a week today – midnight on 10th October. And if the answer is ‘I’d like to keep it for myself!’ that’s absolutely fine. The giveaway is open to all but just one entry per person please!
As I’m sure you are aware, today is National Poetry Day and the theme for this year is ‘Water’. We had some fun in my class today, messing about – not in a river, but with lots of poems about water.
If you’d like a little flavour of National Poetry Day, here’s Boris Johnson – Mayor, of course of London town (do you like the way I’ve made that link?) reading an extract from Coleridge’s ‘The Rime of The Ancient Mariner’, which includes that lovely line about water everywhere. It suits his booming, posh voice rather well.