It was my first day at Larksmeade Lawn, where I teach Wednesday activities.
The headmaster’s idea for Authors Club failed. Only two kids signed up. Try selling an author’s club at a dyslexic school.
Larksmeade was that school we passed in the car on the way to the Town when I got back to Britain. I seemed to remember it from somewhere. It reminded me of the set of Never Let Me Go, the Kazuo Ishiguro movie that brought me to tears in another life.
I tried to poach some kids from Cartoon Club to save my activity. “Sir, Sir, are you an author?” said one kid brightly. No. I’m a failed author. But I can teach that.Continue reading “The Red Cow”