It has taken me over a week to watch this video.

As y’all know, I grew up with Enid Blyton books. They were my Mum’s. F1RST Edition. All in the back bedroom at Nan’s house. Where I lived at least three times for long enough to go to the local village school. And where I chose to go during the annual Family Holiday days.

Tissue Paper People with deep-rooted mental issues.

Sad :o(

P.S. This is told by the people closest to Enid.

The Bobs bit, to me, is unforgivable.

That might sound harsh but there were/are/ always will be BAD mothers. I can cut them some slack. I’m far from perfect.

But to do THAT to her dog ? ? ?