Dreams

"Dreams are private, she said. And she is right. A dream is a story that no one else will get to hear or read.

Thanks to dreams, in the history of the galaxy the world has been reivented more often than there are stars.'

Lloyd Jones Mr Pip

Do you remember your dreams? I do, frequently. As a teenager I started to try and write them down in a journal, but dreams aren't dreamt to be written down - there are too many layers happening at the same time, or that's what happens with my dreams. Instead I would share them at breakfast, to groans from Twin and parents. Mum asked Warmth once whether he had the pleasure of hering my dreams. Today I'm going to share my dream with you.

I dreamt it was National Delia Smith Day and so for this blog I was thinking of my favourite recipe to share. I'd decided it would be her recipe for profiteroles.

(I think this dream came from looking at cookery books last night planning what to bake and cook this week.

Delia

If it really was National Delia Smith Day which recipe of hers would you share on your blog?

Mister Pip

On the day we moved I arrived at our new home to find that one of the first things Warmth had done, apart from make up the bed and sofa, was begin to unpack our books. For the first time all our books are in one place. Immediately it made our new flat feel like home.

As Matilda thinks as she discovers Great Expectations in Mister Pip.

'By the time Mr Watts reached the end of chapter one I felt like I had been spoken to by this boy Pip. This boy who I couldn't see to touch but knew by ear. I had found a new friend.' Lloyd Jones Mister Pip

And that's why it felt like home, we were surrounded by dear, treasured and familiar friends.

home

it's good to be back x