I don’t usually receive parcels at work, so I was a little surprised to find a big squishy jiffy bag in my pigeonhole this morning. It certainly didn’t look like something from a publisher (on those occasions when I get examination copies of books), but there was every chance that it was a birthday present arriving before this weekend. I was wrong. It was much, much better than that, and even more unexpected – a bright red cot blanket knitted by the capable hands of the fair
Nicola, you’re an absolute marvel – thank you very much from us both (and an advance thank you from the garklet too)!