Today before I walked into Queens Park I was thinking of my art friend Ian. I was having a conversation in my head with him and I pulled out a conker from my pocket. It was Rosie’s my daughters, we had been collecting them all week on the way to school and back. The squirrels had been knocking them out of the trees as we went past.
As I entered the park and walked towards the museum to see the new “Harry Potter Exhibition” a conker was thrown down at me. Not again I thought, so I turned round and on the floor was a big brown shiny conker. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. As I turned back towards the museum a white feather flew past me.
