Accessional diary of a dyslexic dom.

I have just sent my children's book to a publisher (who seem quite interested after seeing samples from it). Nothing might come off it, or it might. In any case I thought that it was an excuse to share an otherwise irrelevant poem. (Sorry I can not share any of the illustrations, but you can find some on my flicker site) Enjoy.

Pizza and pasta (Italy)

For lunch your teacher

might have a pizza

but a yeti would 

not eat spaghetti.