In which I blame my terrible memory on Robert Louis Stevenson, because I can still remember his poems from when I was a kid, meaning I have no memory space available for shopping lists or appointment times. I mean, I’ve got to blame someone, right?
I also show off my favourite mercaticorn nightie, and the little furry muse makes an appearance, although she is suitably unimpressed.
I’m also going to allocate some blame (not for the memory thing, for the whole reading in a nightie on a public video thing), on my lovely Twitter friend M.L Moos, who may or may not remember telling me to read a bedtime story…
And how about you, lovely people? Do you have any favourite bedtime stories that have stayed with you? Let me know below!