ADDENDUM to the previous blog re Harry Potter.
A suitably spooky thing happened on Tuesday morning when I woke up after a night filled with visions of Harry, Dumbledore and crew following a day spent reading the new book.
As I was lying there with images of the wizarding world still in my fuzzy brain, my daughter came in, sat on top of me and looked at my face.
After a couple of seconds, she said: "Mummy, I can see Harry Potter in your eyes."
I'm not making this up.
When pressed to explain, she could not.
Yes, she knew I had been reading the novel the day before, but the book was out of sight.
Bizarre... and worthy of a JK Rowling storyline, I feel.
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