I was the kind of child who’d always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explanation.
She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs, pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud…
She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs, pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud…