My list of worries about Finland had both dwindled and grown. We’ve put some more of the big rocks in place – movers are now booked and we have an…
Meri, Meri, quite contreri
My list of worries about Finland had both dwindled and grown. We’ve put some more of the big rocks in place – movers are now booked and we have an…
We did make our first-ever offer on a house. In the office, we were talking about the alarming way living costs are going up – my personal gauge for this…
Last week, I met J. K. Rowling! I’ve now calmed down enough to tell the tale.
Working at Little, Brown has many benefits, but for a Harry Potter-head like me, the theoretical chance of meeting J. K. is really the main one. I had less than one day to get used to the idea last week when we got an email announcing a celebratory visit from ‘Robert Galbraith’ to mark the success of Career of Evil the very next morning. What should I wear? Should I talk to her? Would she be interested to know about my desire to get a Harry Potter tattoo?
The first question became moot by the morning as I blissfully forgot all about my impending encounter with the world’s most famous novelist. It was probably for the best. I decided I should talk to her, because the opportunity might never come again. And a friend put me off revealing my tattoo dreams, probably also for the best. Here’s the blow-by-blow.