The Compleet Molesworth

Rather than take out my camera on our daily walk, in view of the drizzly conditions, I resorted to what I now know is called an Emergency Blip on my return home. I had Mrs. HCB in mind as she wasn't acquainted with this particular literary masterpiece.

So here is my treasured Folio edition of The Compleet Molesworth. I am told by my eldest son, who absolutely loves the book, that it may not appeal to everyone but, for those who 'get it', it's priceless. Young Molesworth informs us that 'when english masters canot think of an essay they set ten lines of Peotry'. In this house, then, Peotry it is, and that's how we pronounce it. With a capital P.