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Imperfect copy in a large comfy chair.

On a cold day, a long way from home, we’d found an enticing shopfront window. With its secondhand collection arranged on an oak sideboard – books – there and nestled beside, in the arms of a large comfy chair. The children peered over the sill, pointing to a chalkboard behind, offering oatcake and hot tea. But I’d noticed Roald Dahl – sitting apart, there on the chair with the other books. The door bell jangled as we entered. Then before the turn of a page, we were seated in the window nook, just behind the sideboard – with a perfect view of the street, oatcake, tea and our imperfect copy of ‘The BFG’. Someone else’s Santa sticker embellished the inside cover and two pounds-fifty had been penned at the top of the first page, but neither mattered. My other half began reading that story aloud to the kids – there and then, until whispers, smiles and giggles bundled us back out onto the street.   That book has been read many times since, along with our other favourite Roald Dahl tales – and always …