Abracadabra! Wow.

I like…boys on swings, and girls on skateboards.

I like babies in high chairs.

I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers.

I like people in hats with big eyebrows – I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big moustaches.

I like water caught in spiders’ webs.

I like wearing all my clothes at once.

I like people who don’t smile. Ever.

And I like people who smile.

I like hair that goes on and on.

I love food.

“Today, Ainsley, I’ve brought some things for the cook to cook.”

In some ways I love…everything.

It’s less…less of a thing than ‘like’… Less distinct. Less…particular.


I like things that I like but I love everything.

There’s more choice than ‘like’.

Because even the worst things have things to love in them.

I love things so much I feel like I could float away.

That’s wrong.

My mum understands how to float every day.

I don’t understand that so much.

I don’t know what you mean about things I hate.

I hate shoes.

I hate people who change their voices when they say something important.

I hate my thighs.

I hate war.

I hate swimming costumes that cling.

I hate dripping taps.

But…I also sort of love dripping taps.

I hate invitations.

I hate radiators.


I hate this. Wow. Sorry… Got to stop.