I was in bed with flu last week, feeling particularly sorry for myself. And now that I realize I missed this lovely review, I feel even worse about the whole experience. After all, what author wouldn’t be thrilled to read—

“This book is a classic dipper-inner; read it in a session and you’re wasting the opportunity to savour each morsel – like finishing the whole cheeseboard in a sitting, it is self defeating and risks an outbreak of comic constipation.”

I can never thank you enough, Geoff, for tagging me as the literary laxative for comic constipation. [sheds a proud tear…]