...and the night on which he loved me was a night of screaming terror....
Watch here, how I confuse the myriad stories which we diligently watched on VHS on Sunday afternoons as the groan ups' Sunday lunches turned into dinners. It was us, the Lewises and the Clennetts, before divorce, death and estrangement. Those were the days, as we the children sat agog infront of those deep old television sets, watching spaceships eat other spaceships, blossoms, tarantulas, flirtation and Roger Moore with too much makeup.
First published 1962 by Jonathan Cape, this edition 1967 Pan, slightly tatty, the cover has a fold in the middle but still well bound.