And I’m very glad she is. I’m grateful she was able to leave Germany 80 years ago, and that she was able to make a good life for herself in her new country. Some immigrants are now so old and established, and above all, so well loved that people forget about their foreign beginnings.
I wish that could be said for all who seek safety in this ‘paradise.’
Judith has given us Mog and, although we never got properly acquainted with it, a pink rabbit. The world is a better place for it, even before we factor in tigers who come for tea and other outlandish ideas.
A quick internet trawl for pictures of Judith – before using my own, slightly wobbly one – tells me she looks great in pink. I’m glad she had draped herself in pink the day I met her.
Lovely lady, and fantastic books for all to enjoy for years to come.