There are two kinds of Book Week parents: the ones who have been hand-stitching felt ears since July, and the ones rifling through their wardrobe and Googling “easy child book costumes that don’t look lazy” at 9pm the night before. I am firmly in the latter group.
I adore Book Week. I really do. The parade, the noise, the delight on small faces as they become Gruffalos, Matildas and, almost always, Wally (he’s going to be impossible not to find). And even better, the smiling grandparents and parents, and the teachers who always impress in their elaborate costumes and matching enthusiasm.
