Books.

A while ago (about a month and a half before the Easter break) I was looking for a copy of a book, "The Curious Clownfish" By Eric Maddern. I searched high and low for a copy and couldn't source one - when I stumbled across an address for Mr Maddern I thought why don't I write and ask him? If anybody knows where I could find a copy of the book, surely it'd be the author?

Weeks went by without any reply. I searched all over bookshops online and bookshops in Derby to no avail.

I found a place that had a copy eventually and I bought it for about £3.

 Yesterday something very strange happened.

Sam went into Security to check his post and the guy checked for me as well (they know me by name and room number, I can't think why) and he came out with a parcel. For me.

Inside was a leaflet for Cae Mabon, where Mr Maddern works/lives in Snowdonia, a postcard - and the book.

I felt so special getting that parcel. It means so much to me that Mr Maddern did write back to me and even included a copy of the book, which he signed, and a lovely postcard.

Simple things can make us happiest I guess.