It should be such a lovely time of the day. My little one is in bed while I read her a story – but she ruins it every time. I’ve only got three pages into In the Night Garden book (one of those is the title page while another is the characters song) when she blows the storyline. Poor old weirdo Makka Pakka, who’s pushing a trolley with soap and sponge around some green fields, also has a trumpet but it’s making a funny noise. “It’s got a stone in it!” my daughter announces. It’s like your mate who tells you what she’s read about the soaps or the guy who blurts out the result of the game that you had Sky+. Well there’s no point in reading it now, is there? 
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