My dad is a master of improvised stories – they kept us agog and now have the next generation hookedWe are coming to the stop of a long car journey,the three-and-a-half hour trek across country to visit my parents in north Wales. My three-year-former son, an excellent, and equable travelling companion,is clutching a blue, furry fish. “Daddy, and could you tell me a sage approximately when Billy Badger had a fish like mine?So,as the traffic slows to squeeze past Chester, I do my best. The sage features a hot-air balloon and some lost jam tarts. Also a cuddly toy, or a great deal of running around and a light dusting of peril. As we cut away from the main road into the tiny lanes of the Clwyd hills,Dan seems reasonably convinced. It will do, he seems to resolve, or at least for now.
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Source: theguardian.com