Hey Presto! it’s Lord Horatio here,
Up until now I have always kept my distance when it comes to wizards and witches, but a strange encounter last night brought the whole question of magic a little too close for comfort.
On my way out of The Hall for a stroll round the grounds with Whimsy, I happened to glance into the Lounge. Standing in the middle of the room was Lady Dawdle clutching an ornate looking wand.
With a look of intense concentration on her face she was waving it about and jabbing the air. Had my good lady wife secretly taken up the dark arts or just taken leave of her senses?
I became somewhat spellbound watching her antics. Eventually a polite cough from yours truly brought the curious choreography to an abrupt halt and dangled a large question mark over the proceedings.
Much to my relief Lady Dawdle revealed the wand had been a gift from our mercurial nephew Simon and his dearly beloved, Belinda. Once programmed, the clever stick controls all manner of household gadgets.
With a dramatic swish you can turn on the televisual device, a casual flick will change the channels and a sharp jab selects your favourite programme. Tremendous fun. Eat your heart out Harry Potter, I say!
For those who fancy sprinkling a little magic dust onto the sedentary act of channel changing I heartily recommend a visit to Diagon alley, or if this proves too difficult, go to The Wand Company
Dr Who fans take note – they also do a Sonic Screwdriver. All splendidly supercalifragilisticexpeallidotious!
For more adventures with Lord Dawdle and Lady Winifred, do click on Dawdling Delights and follow the easy instructions therein.