My middle name is the name I use on this blog. No, not Bookmouse, Lilian. Lilian was my grandmother's name. Sadly, I never met her. She died in the 1960s, before my dad even met my mum. I don't really know much about her, other than that she was a motherly, homely person, and an excellent cook. She had two sons, who are both very fond of food, a trait one of them (my dad) passed on to me, I think! The only photo of her I can remember seeing shows her smiling, in an apron. I would like to have met her, and my grandfather. He was a police officer, as two of his grandsons now are. Funny how things turn out.

I do like my middle name, yes. Partly because it's fairly unusual, but also because of who I'm named after. I wonder what Lilian was really like, and whether we would have enjoyed spending time together. I like to think so.

Ooh...I don't know. I might do if I could come back. I quite like Earth. I like the moon, too, which is one reason why I might not want to go there. I like the moon's mystery and the fact that it (or she, if you prefer) is far away from earth and almost untouched by human hands. I don't want us to hurt her - not that there is, from all evidence, very much to hurt. But she might become less beautiful and mysterious if humans started visiting her on a regular basis. So, no, I don't think I'll take up the offer of a free trip to the moon. Thanks anyway.

I love this film. It has a lot to say about childhood and friendship and old age and growing up and the nature of adventure and love and loss and talking dogs and airships and giant colourful birds and probably even more tthings but I can't remember them all at the moment.