[kirklancaster]

I cannot remember ever being told bedtime stories, but my mother used to sing to me until I fell asleep.

Both my wife and I, always used to tell our children bedtime stories - traditional, and ones which we'd made up ourselves.

As the children grew a little older, we actually produced a few booklets of original stories which they absolutely loved. I wrote the stories and my wife - who is a very gifted artist - illustrated them superbly.

I had some wonderfully weird characters who were a family of Troll-Dinosaur-Dragon type hybrids who lived in a little village in the Scottish Highlands. There were:

Pissy McWissy - who always had to use the toilet in the middle of running an important errand for his parents/Teachers which meant by the time he had resumed his errand, he had forgotten just what it was that they'd sent him to bring/do, and he would hazard guesses and convince himself that he'd remembered, but then invariably buy the wrong items.

Poopy McDroopy - a lovable little creature who suffered from 'flatulence' problem caused great comical situations due to 'pooping' at the worst possible time.

Sneezy McWheezy, Rosie McNosey etc.

I still have those vividly illustrated booklets - 6 of them - and friends and colleagues have often urged me to publish them through the years, but I have never got around to doing so.

Got me thinking... Might do so now.