It's 100 book jackets, as postcards. I don't know whether I'd stick them on the wall, use them as bookmarks, or just rifle through the box smiling - but what a unique and brilliant idea on Penguin's behalf. Present-givers, take note. (Though also maybe confer amongst yourselves. I don't want twelve sets of this come November).
But by the time you read this it will be Our Vicar's Wife's birthday. Happy birthday Mum! I made a cake, but it looks something of a failure... not the oven I'm used to, and all that. Still, might taste good, and as Mum says - at least she didn't have to bake it herself.
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