Harry Potter 20

I have a confession to make. Around twenty years ago, my sister’s friend lent her a book. My sister was about to give it back when the friend asked if I would like to read it. I opened it to the first page and read: Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were … Continue reading Harry Potter 20

To my sparkly friend

To my sparkly friend, I remember one of the times he made you cry I told you you were too good for him – that old cliché. In your case, though, it’s 100% true, and I told you that too. He is average: in looks, intelligence, personality and ambition. I said that you, on the … Continue reading To my sparkly friend