World Book Day. The Tiger Who Came to tea.

I can’t imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once.”
C .S Lewis.


It is World Book Day. I think I am supposed to get dressed up, sport a pipe and hunting cap like Holmes or an elegant frock coat, coat-tails fluttering in the smoggy streets like the flamboyant Wilde or dressed like the ambushed Alice, with her headband, puffed dress, stockings and dainty ankle-strapped shoes.

I think…..but I am not. Instead, I will show you a picture. A bookish picture, uploaded to Facebook earlier today. In a minute.

Facebook, Twitter, I would be the first one to criticise social media. It lost its social aspect some time ago, almost as if it was involved in a mugging at gunpoint. Now as Stephen Fry said recently ‘It is frothy with scum, clogged with weeds and littered with broken glass, sharp rocks and slimy rubbish. If you don’t watch yourself, with every move you’ll end up being gashed, broken, bruised or contused. Even if you negotiate the sharp rocks you’ll soon feel that too many people have peed in the pool for you to want to swim there any more. The fun is over.’

Hard to disagree, but is the fun entirely over? There are people I met on social media a long time ago, those souls who fluttered elegantly into my life when I first looked for friends amongst the hundreds of stranger’s profiles that showed up on the screen. People who I haven’t met, people I only know online, but who’ve never disappeared from my life, never stopped loving, thinking, caring – wonderful, constant folks who have been the friends one can only hope for in a fractured and unkind world.

One special friend who appears to have adopted me as a daughter (has she gone mad?) is Moi. As a way of showing me she cares about this odd girl she met on social media, she showers me with affection and today, well today that involved sending me a very personal present in the post.

So for World Book Day, this is my contribution.

Never grow up folks, that is the way of the boring people, those who lost their childlike wonder in 1963 and now prefer to moan about traffic and tax returns and are forever looking at their watch, but not because it’s six o’clock.

Stay young.


Look, it’s me!


This is my autobiography?





Ted, come and join me!


There you go. Look at that fridge!

And there you have it. My fun for the day, brought (and bought) to me via Moi.

Thank you.

Happy World Book Day Everyone.

© Copyright Henrietta M Ross









5 thoughts on “World Book Day. The Tiger Who Came to tea.

  1. Gorgeous post, H. Heartwarming. I love that Moi cared enough to send you a cheer-up through the post, and that she knew just what to send. A perfect pressie… You’re gonna be okay hun, (though I know it doesn’t feel that way now), you’ll get through this difficult period as you have done all the others… ‘With a little help from your friends.’ x

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