The world from my window

I take it all back. Peter Rabbit's the best. The essay is finished and, with a mercurial switch, the bunny's been recast as a hero from Homer. Now just a short essay - 1,000 words on French history - by Thursday and then I can get back to Porsche-spotting from my window. Three new (to them) ones in the village. Celebrity Farmer has just roared past with his gran in the passenger seat. Babe magnet. That's about it Love Maddie x

I have fallen out of love with one of the most delightful characters in children's literature. A week or so ago, Peter Rabbit, that naughty but lovable blue-jacketed bunny, waltzed right into my house and got completely inside my head. A couple of days later, he's done my head in completely and managed to get right up my nose. I was studying hard on Saturday, trying to pad out a 2,000-word Open University essay on why children's picturebooks appeal equally to adults. I was using Peter Rabbit to illustrate my points. Two thousand bloody words, I ask you. There is only so much you can say. But I really shouldn't take it out on Peter Rabbit for my mistake in studying a level three degree course in children's literature. I realise now, for me, all that analysis and intellectual argument takes the magic away. I just think: 'What a load of absolute bollocks.' So when Pelly Sheepwash instant messaged me across my laptop and asked if I fancied helping her to look fo...