Today is the first day of K-Fest 2018 in Killorglin, Ireland. For anyone who happens to be in the neighbourhood, I’d pop by if I were you. It is a colourful gathering of creative people showing the world – well, at least part of it – what they have been doing artwise. I can’t make it this year, which makes me really sad, but hey, there’s always next year.
Sometimes prose just doesn’t suffice. Sometimes you need poetry to wrap your head around the world. Last weekend something happened that required poetry badly. Here’s a poem for a poet.
I like presents! Not only to get, but also to give… Today I’ve got a present for all those children who like a good story. It is about Bing and Bibi’s granny. Her name is Granny Thea and she is quite an extraordinary grandma. And that is putting it mildly. Is your grandma always calm, sensible and predictable?
I never asked her, but I can imagine that Maria had plenty of moments when she wished she’d never promised my mother to take care of me. I wouldn’t blame her. For these first months with me must have been horrendous.
In the prologue on the story of Roundy Fatmouse I told you how I met Roundy. His godmother Maria asked me to take him under my wing so he fulfill the role he was to play in the world. Below you find his memoires. And logically they start at the beginning: his birth.
The story of Roundy Fatmouse is a typical example of how an apparently ordinary event can lead to a great adventure in my head. Below you’ll find the prologue to this story.
Roundy’s godmother Maria and I have touched upon how great it would be if Roundy’s extraordinary story would end up in a real book. And who knows, it could easily happen!