I've just returned from the Oxford Literary Festival and was treated to an overnight stay in Hogwarts, sorry, Christ Church College. Bacon and egg in Hogwarts dining hall, overseen by portraits of past worthies (but no owls delivering mail) was a bizarre experience. There was a low level gremlin attack which meant no one was aware that a room had been booked for me but the kindly porters discovered one to which I was ushered - and to which I managed to return, later, even without the ball of string or trail of breadcrumbs.
Certainly there were gremlins - or lollocks - 'among lost lists'
and worn out batteries failed walkie-talkies and keys to unused rooms
gremlins play in kitchens, causing fried eggs to harden bacon to congeal and toast to soften
gremlins encourage you to mistake the pots and mix tea with coffee sugar with salt and strangers for friends
Not much lollocking last week as I was in Paris for the ELSA - English Language Schools Assoc - conference. Amongst other things, I was able to promote the virtues and values of Teachit, and the Poetry Place in particular, of course to a lively and receptive audience.
However, the Open Studio has been negelected as a result but I did have time to think while Eurostarring - so lollocking will resume shortly.
in spite of the cool temperatures, there are so many signs of spring. But I'm thinking about writing something to help me with a Robert Graves poem - and then to help a teacher who requested some assistance with 'Lollocks'. Funny old poem and in order to get into it I'm going to try to write something similar or extend it in some way. Watch this space. (But do something more interesting in between times...)