Christopher sighed thankfully and settled down to enjoy being an invalid. He drew pictures, he ate grapes, he read books, and he spun out his illness as long as he could. This was not easy. The next morning his wound was only a round itchy scab, and on the third day it was hardly there at all. On the fourth day, the Last Governess made him get up and have lessons as usual; but it had been lovely while it lasted.

It took seventy pages before I uncovered the first bit from The Lives of Christopher Chant I wanted to capture. A few things:

1. This is my itinerary for the next time I fall ill – Draw pictures, read books, eat grapes.

2. Diana Wynn Jones labels Christopher an invalid during his recovery. Haha.

3. Seventy pages in, I’m not sure where this story is going.

Jones, Diana Wynne. The Lives of Christopher Chant. United Kingdom: HarperCollins Publishers Limited, 2008. pg71