I’m visiting a family with five young boys, soon. It is going to be glorious havoc.
But I want to talk with the kids, not to them. Trouble is, it’s a while since I was that age. So I’m watching the Harry Potter films, for the first time, to remind myself of what it’s like to be that age. Yeah, I know, fat chance, but I have to try. This may sound daft, but I’m reminded of my old school (& it wasn’t me that burnt it down!). In the first film of the Harry Potter world, I would have been, unfortunately, Neville.