Going Potty

Mum has come to visit for a couple of days. It’s lovely to have clothes ironed, little cakes made (yes Marita, they’re superb) and the kids well and truly smothered with affection.

Last night as we headed off to bed mum asked if I had a book for her to read. Hmmmm. There’s a challenge as our reading tastes differ considerably to mum’s – a lot of history, biographies, Ian Rankin, Iain Banks…nothing that mum would really be in to. And then I spotted it. Harry Potter. Mum said she couldn’t put it down last night so we’ll be sending her home with the first three to keep her going. Those books truly know no age boundaries.