Having the kindle and looking for free downloads is certainly sending me in some more unusual directions, like rereading this for the first time in – well, probably getting on for a quarter of a century. Which is sort of terrifying. On the other hand it was still very readable, although I guess I was just in the right mood for something undemanding and rather sweet. But I’m glad I was, as there is a lot of feel-good to be had from this slim volume and amazingly it feels neither as dated as it is (sure, not exactly modern!) nor childish, nor saccharine.

After putting the book down I caught sight of myself in the mirror (increasing amount of grey in the hair, and all!) and wondered how the 10-year-old (or there abouts) me would have reacted to the thought of being the age I am now, and the life that’s developed in between. That both versions could enjoy this book actually made me feel rather warm’n’fuzzy!