I’ve been packing up every last object in my possession in advance of moving house.

These three small random objects, bought relatively recently, are the last things standing in my room.

• A little metal dog, from Snooper’s Paradise in Brighton.
• A little green dragon, from Camden markets.
• A little white llama, from Ashdown Forest Llama Park.

They seem such an odd set of companions, and seem to demand that I use them as inspiration to write a children’s book, using them as characters.

If I didn’t have better things to do, I would write a short story.

‘Once upon a time, there was a dog, a dragon and a llama…’

(Anyone inspired?  If so send me your stories and I’ll publish on here.)