A few days ago, Philip Pullman and the Guardian challenged people to imagine their own daemons, based on the companions in his Dark Materials trilogy.

If I had to have a daemon, it would have to be able to juggle , especially the stream of ideas that never make it out of my brain, the missed opportunities. The ones you think are utterly perfect for about half an hour, when the novelty wears off and it seems trite and dull.
So here’s my octopus in mid juggle. I seem oddly fond of it…