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