I’d already heard some of these poems performed when I saw Harry live last year, but was keen to read the rest, and support his work!
When his son was born, he wrote a poem every day for the first 100 days to help remember that time, and this is a book of all of them, some very moving, several funny, it’s a real mix, and enjoyable!
Favourites would include one about taking the opportunity to have dinner with his wife while the baby sleeps, but they only have poppadums and mango chutney, and how to do that quietly so it doesn’t wake him, also one about his first time seeing a horse. There’s also a wonderful one nearer the end about what various celebrities were doing in 1958.

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