‘Hello Lulu!’ he said. And just for a second, as I registered what he had called me, I was Lulu. And then she was gone. The transformation started in the butchers, in Leominster, where we stopped to buy lunch. Peering through the glass at the meats, pasties and pies, nose to glass, small son spotted the wands, painted in bright primaries in the tray next … Continue reading Magic moments