Sunday, 12 April 2009

The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies


Centenary edition (1909 to 2009)
£6.99 from www.peterrabbit.com
A cautionary tale of the soporific effect of lettuces on one, two, three, four, five leetle rabbits.

My mummy used to read this to me, and we all think of her at Easter time, as sometimes it fell around her birthday, as it does this year. My oldest sister rang the other day to say she was making Easter biscuits, mum's recipe, and I'm sure she'd been crying. Note to self, get recipe.
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