My youngest son had a problem. He needed to be in Oxford. And Penrith. On the same day.
“You need that thing Hermione Grainger used,” I said helpfully. “A time turner.”
“Try and think like an adult, Dad.”
No way. If I thought like an adult I’d arrive at the only possible solution. And two months later I’d be in a service station on the M6.
Anyway, let me take a step back and explain. And if your son or daughter is seven years old, doing well at school and prone to marching across the moors put a ring round the date. June 2026. Don’t say you weren’t warned… [Read more…]