Anyone reading this will surely know that the week just gone was centred around World Book Day, last Thursday. I am firmly of the belief that every children’s author should be in a school somewhere on WBD. And yet I was at home, clearing out my under stairs cupboards, ready to have a smart meter fitted to my fuel supply. How did this strange situation come about?
Well, because of the popularity of my dragon books, I am often contacted way in advance for any given WBD. And that was the case this year – or so I thought. I was due to visit a school in the suburbs of London, a trip that required an overnight stay. I’m never too keen to do overnighters during World Book Week, especially if the journey is long, because the travel time can take out a day or an afternoon when I might be able to visit another school. But I’m hopeless at saying no to a request. So I accepted and made my plans accordingly. However, a short time before the big day I was in touch with the school again and discovered, to my dismay, that they’d confused the dates. They were expecting me on the Friday, not the Thursday. By then, I couldn’t switch because I was committed to other things on the Friday. So that left me free on WBD and the day before, which I’d left clear for the travelling. Grrr.
Now in fairness I did have time to put out a message on social media saying I was available if anyone would like to book me. But life and the man from my energy provider quickly conspired to get in the way. So I decided to stay under the radar that week and just do ‘ordinary’ stuff. As it happened, I did put in a lovely visit to a school in Warminster on the Monday, a place famous for its sightings of alien spacecraft. Sadly, there no bright lights in the sky as I journeyed up the A303, but I had a lot of fun at the school and felt I’d thrown my hat into the WBD ring, albeit briefly.
On the Tuesday, I consoled myself by buying a guitar. I love guitars and dare not visit music shops too often lest I come out with something shiny and expensive. But this was a deliberate trip. I’ve long been after a good semi-acoustic guitar. So I went and bought myself a very reasonably priced Epiphone Casino – a model long associated with The Beatles (John Lennon famously played one on the top of the Apple building many moons ago). It’s a beautiful instrument and I can’t wait to do a bit of recording with it. And not only did I get the guitar, I also half-invested in a small PA system for Planet Uke, the ukulele duo I play in. What this means is I now need to go out and do some school visits to pay for all this. My contact details are elsewhere on the blog!
And the smart meter? After all that, it didn’t happen. The engineer turned up, but couldn’t get into the cupboard (too many wizards in there or something). So no smart meter for me at the moment. Strange week. Roll on next year…