Makka Pakka Akka Wakka Mikka Makka moo!

Today I was lost in the rhythmic way Makka Pakka was precisely laying out his stones and polishing them with his sponge before delicately re-stacking them like some kind of zen gardener sitting in the womb like cave entrance to his home.

I could only tolerate the inevitable end of this bliss like state knowing that I would get to see the Piny Ponk fly into view and dream of climbing aboard and slurping my Pinky Ponk juice with the Tomlyboos before getting off to sing with Uppsy Daisy or count the Pontypines. And whats more I knew I could repeat this same mediative journey every day with only some slight alterations, and if I’m lucky maybe tomorrow Makka Pakka will be cleaning his ogbog.

Am I entering a second childhood or going mad? Perhaps both, but what I’m talking about is “Into The Night Garden”. My daughter has started watching TV but only this show keeps her attention. A year ago I would have dismissed it, but in the last few days I’ve found myself spellbound by it. “Into The Night Garden” is like a bubble of calming repetitiveness that seems to soothe some part of my brain with its safe melodic world and leave me feeling very blissful just in time to sing the autumn song at the end of cbeebies.

If you’re a parent with a brain fried from looking after a toddler who thinks she’s a mini-godzilla intent on destroying everything in her sight as if its Neo-Tokyo then “Into The Night Garden” is just what you both need to chill out!

Last night I dreamt I was on the Ninky Nonk and it was the best dream I’ve ever had. Mmm.. mmm.. da-dee-da-dah-da…