Very similar to Neil
Gaiman's Neverwhere, as many reviews point out. Set in a supernatural London
and written by a chap who works in the Covent Garden Waterstone's, as the very
proud lady pointed out to me when I bought it. I now feel duty-bound to go back
there to but the sequel. As luck would have it, it's right near to the
fantastic Gelateria on New Row so I can have a decent ice cream and coffee too.
Maybe this weekend I
can head up there as I need some new shoes and jeans. My current pair have been
destroyed through all the rough and tumbles. Freddie caught me out last night.
'Daddy, please can we lie on our backs and look at the stars?'
'But we're inside ,
Fred'
'I know, it's just
pretend.'
So I lie on my back
and as I start to pretend Ursa Minor is on the ceiling, Freddie and his
auxilary Libby dive bomb me and Freddie performs his favourite trick of popping
on my face.
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