Here’s an interesting children’s book author. I’d like to meet her.
But she did have to go to hospital when her daughter, Oleander, was born. Her early infancy then turned out to be a nightmare, played out in sub-Kafka circumstances. The family lived in their bus on an old railway line; even going to the loo was an ordeal. The baby used disposables, but if Emily needed to respond to a call of nature, it meant dressing Olly to go out, carrying her in her car seat, propping her up on bricks, and digging a hole to use as a toilet.
I don’t know . . . there’s just something I like about a woman living in a bus with a baby named Oleander.


orange pear apple bear. GREAT TITLE. I had it in my head all day.