BLEEDING BOWLS - AND THAT CHAUFFEUR AGAIN

I was right about the Tudors.

Ming and Didcott came home from school yesterday with bleeding bowls - they'd made them from aluminium foil.

There was a pool of blood in each one.

- Flour, oil, salt and food colouring - mixed and cooked.

Both bowls are on display in the middle of the kitchen table.

I wish we had a dining room.

I wish they hadn't made leeches.

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Last night, the moon was two-thirds full - and bright.

With two stars above it - in an otherwise empty sky.

One to the left; one to the right.

Equidistant.

(Where its ear-tips would be if the moon had ears.)

(Cat's ears.)

Later, by chance, I woke (unusual!) and went to look at those stars.

Clouds came across the moon but there was light - light enough to see into the garden.

Miss Martin's chauffeur was coming out of our shed, carrying a large, striped, laundry bag.

I thought of waking Ming.

(At night, he goes back to his usual age.)

But he looked so peaceful (so luminously green) I hesitated to wake him.

When I returned to the window - the chauffeur was gone.

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For Tomorrow