Day 93: Enjoying sweaty Turkish delight

Day 93: Enjoying sweaty Turkish delight

Why are Turkish Baths called Turkish Baths? Okay, okay, so there’s an obvious answer to that question, but I mean apart from the fact that they have them in Turkey. I guess what I’m asking is: didn’t everywhere once have these public communal baths...
Day 92: Alphabetising books for play

Day 92: Alphabetising books for play

I have a very vivid memory of my first or second year of school. Namely that my favourite part of class was tidying up. It may have only lasted a week or so (or a day!) but I remember it as being consistently true. After chaos and equipment being distributed to all...
Day 91: Ice skating away my cares

Day 91: Ice skating away my cares

It’s one of those play mysteries. If I told you to strap some uncomfortable boots with sharp blades on the underside to your feet, and then go and cross a large expanse of very slippery terrain, you’d probably complain that I was try to bully you. And yet...
Day 90: Powered paper aeroplanes

Day 90: Powered paper aeroplanes

For Christnukah someone gave me a paper plane propeller. It looks like a propeller on a long stick with a nodule on the end. You hold the nodule against a battery pack for a few seconds and then the propeller starts spinning. The nodule attaches to the nose of your...