Snuggled in bed I am reading a book, with Marks and Spencer’s Jaffa cakes beside me. Under my duvet I am warm. In my hands is an item of great power, whose mystery is never fully fathomable. I am reading a book.
I am reading Roald Dahl’s The Big Friendly Giant. It is intoxicatingly pleasant, and pleasantly intoxicating. I am getting tingles in my brain reading it. It is magical.
Next time if I ever have kids I will read Roald Dahl to them for bedtime stories. With lots of drama.