It’s World Book Day today! As a lover of both books and of children, I am All For It.
Faris the Rascal has gone off
to school dressed as a character from Dinosaurs Love Underpants. Any opportunity to dress as a dinosaur and show off your underwear in public. His mother, the Middle of the Darling Daughters, isn’t at all sure that the velociraptor from Jurassic World
actually featured in the book but she can’t imagine anyone will be inclined to quibble. Not when you see how very fearsome our Rascal looks.
I await to hear
what costumes my other young grandsons have chosen to wear. James, Middle of the (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys, could go as, well, just James if he so wished - as in James and the Giant Peach, for example. I seem to remember one year he went as the James
in the book about a time travelling hamster. James can be a very useful name during World Book Week.
Mr B and I have found ourselves unusually caught up in preparations
for this year’s World Book Day as two of the lovely people who help support us were both struggling with elements of the costumes for their sons, one of whom wanted to dress up as Mr Bean, and the other planning to be one half (with a friend) of Dr Seuss’s
Thing One and Thing Two.
Did we have such a item as a tweed jacket, asked the Delightful Donna? Or a small brief case? Or a small teddy, tiny enough to be popped
into the pocket of the tweed jacket. Always supposing we could find such a jacket, that is. All these items were prerequisites, apparently, for the Essential Mr Bean. I promised to keep a look out in the local charity shops though I didn’t hold out too
much hope. That was last week and my searches came to nowt. I was relieved to hear a couple of days ago that a vaguely suitable jacket had been found while valiant efforts were being expended on production of something which, from a distance and viewed through
screwed up eyes, might just about look like Mr Bean’s briefcase.
The problem for the Lovely Kay, who helps me keep my house in order was just as tricky:
she had just discovered that the two blue wigs which she had ordered on-line for Thing One (her son) and Thing Two (his friend) would not be delivered until World Book Day was well and truly over for another year. Did I know, she agonised, where she might
be able to buy blue hair spray? I was quite excited to think she might imagine that I include coloured hair spray in my weekly shop. It makes me sound so very, well, with it. Or whatever.
Once Kay had finished putting my house in order, including setting up table and chairs for our fortnightly Nomination Whist Group, we set to with my IPad and her mobile phone to try to locate a shop which stocked blue hairspray in
our immediate vicinity. I googled the shops, Kay telephoned - but no luck. Off home she went, despairing. Thing One and Thing Two without blue hair - it just Would Not Do.
I raised the problem during the refreshment break at our Nomination Whist session (you can tell it was preying on my mind) and several of our card players came up with useful suggestions. I now see them all in a new light, wondering what colours they
spray on their hair and on what occasions. I texted Kay quickly to pass on their helpful ideas - fingers crossed everything worked out in the end.
So, as of yesterday
evening, Mr B and I were bewailing the fact that we had not been that much help, all things considered. Even though the spirit was willing and all that...
Donna arrived with a request that she knew we could help with. Mr Bean was always to be seen with a white handkerchief poking out of his pocket - and Donna knew just the fella to provide this essential finishing touch to her son’s costume. Mr B (not
to be confused with Mr Bean, you understand) who has a whole drawerful of white handkerchiefs, was happy to oblige.
Yes, it’s World Book Day - and, thanks
to Mr B, we have Played Our (Small But Important) Part.