20th November. Another Enid.

I don't think I've actually met an Enid before, only as the author of approximately 800 childrens books. A name slightly dated today, perhaps like the attitudes in 'The Famous Five' but not quite as passe as say, Dick and Fanny.

Anyway they said there was no progression for a child fed exclusively on a diet of Enid Blyton. That young mind could be trapped for life on a veritable hamster wheel of Noddy and Big Ears. I remember pleading with the Old Man when he came in from work to buy me a copy of 'Shadow The Sheepdog' because the one from the library was due back. Somehow that particular volume had been accorded the status of a holy book. Which only goes to show how susceptible the nascent intellect can be.