Yes, in fact 60 something years later I still have it, It’s called The Magic Wood Beyond the World, by Grace Rhys. It could easily be what inspired JR Tolkien to write the Hobbit books. The main protagonist is an imp called Rabjibooli, whom at one point I remember being punished for his misdoings by having to count all the raindrops falling in the wood. So I can now fit in some more Dylan
“ There’s a lone soldier on the hill, watching falling raindrops pour, in the final end he won the war after losing every battle”
I think I may read that book again one day. Thinking about it now has given me another memory, that of sitting at the kitchen table, with its multi coloured checked table cloth. My mum trying to teach me the colours, she never succeeded because I was and still are of course colour blind. The first thing most people say to me now when I reveal my slight disability is “How do you go on at traffic lights?” My answer, which sometimes gets a laugh, and sometimes doesn’t is “Oh I just go when the top ones lit”
My colour blindness has one advantage, I can’t tell the colour of people, Oh how I wish everyone was colour blind.


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