Day 363. Me and my girl, and a blanket.

Ever since she was a toddler Bea's done this in the car. While watching a film*, covered with a blanket, or coat or anything else she can use as a blackout. Each time it reminds me of orangutans. In captivity or rehabilitation they like to use blankets to protect them from insects, to sleep under or even to play hide and seek.

So here she is. My girl of the forest. Enjoying Harry Potter and possibly causing people in other cars to wonder what the hell she's doing. Unless they have kids too. In which case they may already know.

*If she watched The Elephant Man, she'd be a girl under a blanket, watching a man, under a blanket.

Day 155. Her majesty and the Hogwarts' house cup.

As you look down Regent Street you could be forgiven for thinking that HRH has won the House Cup at Hogwarts with row upon row of purple and gold banners adorning the street.

I rather like the idea of Queenie heading off to Hogwarts, skipping up the stairs to the Great Hall and excitedly waiting to hear which house she's in.

"Ding Dong." the sorting hat would say, "Never mind mudbloods, we've got blue blood here!" before announcing she can choose any house she wishes.

Philip of course would be in Hufflepuff.

Perhaps it's just me. Some celebration or other today. Nothing to do with Harry Potter. Except in my head.