... is almost over. I haven't heard much about it, come across many people who knew it was celebrated, or many events in my area (of London) which celebrated it.
I did. Almost. I recycled the news of our one and only audiobook several times (and what a suitable one it is, I might add, even if I add it myself); created the beginnings of a storytelling act (a Fortune Teller of Bosnia... who spins stories out of beans, jelly beans, coffee cups, cards, balls or palms; and performs magic by stealing money and other valuables from her audience, by the end of her act. That bit needs most rehearsing. Otherwise, I think it's got potential. Didn't get to do it yesterday, though, because the children at the birthday play date we went to were too interested in screaming, eating running and opening anything that's wrapped up); I read to my son more than I have done lately (and to his friends). I have also packed off my son to the school this morning with an edited video of his own recording of our visit to his nana in Portsmouth last weekend. He's eager to share his story at his Show & Tell time. I am taking him to the library after school. Come to think of it, I have done quite a lot to celebrate storytelling this week. Pity no one knows about it.