Going through some old boxes of things the other day I came across a pocket-size notebook with a peagreen cover. As it typically does, a wave of nostalgia blindsided me when I realised exactly what I was holding. Some thirty years ago my mother, a fantastic cartoonist, had created her own illustrations (copied from a library book) of Edward Lear’s nonsense poem, The Owl & The Pussycat, for my older brother. It’s far too wonderful not to share…

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat,

They took some honey and plenty of money

The owl looked up to the stars above

You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”

Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!

What shall we do for a ring

The land where the bong tree grows

There in the wood a piggy-wig stood

Dear pig are you willing to sell for one shilling

So they took it away and were married next day

Which they ate with a runcible spoon

They danced by the light of the moon

The moon,

By the light of the moon