Written by Amna Boheim
I was a bit Last Minute Dot Com to this 26 project. Not to say I hadn’t been thinking about it. I had. A lot. The thing I struggled with most, was that The BFG is one of Roald Dahl’s greatest stories. How could I begin to emulate either the BFG or little Sophie? I spent many a sleepless night thinking about how to write a 100-word ditty which would capture the essence of the BFG.
Then, at 4.23a.m., on Friday 7th May, I had a brainwave. The Queen, I thought. The flipping Queen!! An idea fermented like Frobscottle in my head. And then I had another idea, and then another. Frobscottle! Whizzpoppers! The Queen! Her 90th birthday! Such was my excitement that I woke up my better half to tell him I had my 26 Twits idea.
“You’re a twit for waking me up,” he said. “Go back to sleep.” But I couldn’t sleep. I had to get it down on paper.
Next up, I needed an illustration (or two.) Thankfully, my friend’s son and budding artist, six-year-old Alexander Kivinen came to the rescue with a wonderful portrayal of the BFG. Then my five-year-old daughter, Lara, offered to contribute too. But, there were a few caveats she needed to draw my attention to.
“Mama,” she said. “I can’t draw the Queen. I can only do a girl.”
“That’s fine,” I said.
“But the Queen wears a crown.”
“Not sometimes. She wears a crown. All. The. Time. And I can’t draw crowns.”
“Well, just draw whatever you feel like.”
“And I can’t draw her flying.”
Me, losing the will: “That’s fine too.”
“Can I do a pond?”
“Why do you want to draw a pond?”
“Because I know how to draw a pond. And rocks too.”
“Okay,” I said, teeth now gritted. “Just draw anything. Anything you like.”
So that’s what she did. She drew a girl-queen. Zooming over a pond with a giant purple flower next to it. You never know, the Queen may well have a pond in her ballroom with a giant flower to boot. And, if you read my little piece, you’ll see that at the end, the Queen probably felt like a young girl all over again.