I did my first reading! Huzzah! Of "There are Cats in this Book". And it sort of worked. I even got everyone to blow on the book (at the point in the book where the cats get wet and need drying off).
I'd got up unreasonably early and accidentally dressed as a time lord, which sometimes happens. Some odd combination of bags and shoes and coat, hard to explain. I always know I've done it when children start following me around just to see what I'll do next. Never mind.
Anyway, the Crystal Palace Children's Book Festival was great, I met a whole bunch of lovely people, I forgot to take pictures of the exhibition, and most importantly I got this book:
from Charis, who is seven years old and really knows how to make great books I say. It's got wool in and a blanket and everything, I'd show you more if I wasn't so tired. Tired I am because I spent close to three hours trying to get back home from Crystal Palace, and the trains did not cooperate at all. I traveled with Sarah Mcintyre and Charis, and we kept ourselves entertained with show tunes and drawing. I inexplicably did a short performance of Olive Oyl's song from the Popeye movie, which I didn't even know I knew. I seem to be unable to control my mouth after giving talks & readings... I'd started talking obsessively about yaks at some point in the afternoon, as in "I really must go home soon because I want to draw some yaks, I can just imagine some yaks I want to draw... or Bisons..." - so I drew one on the train, and Sarah drew a portrait of me.
Yep, that's where my head was at. And that's the shoes I somehow believed went with that coat when I left the house.
OK, excuse me while I draw some Bisons. Or some big animals with horns, anyway.