This Ladybird book gets an entry all of its own. This is a terrible rhyming book about different anthropomorphised vehicles. My mother read to Luke and me every night. Very occasionally my dad would read to us and we always asked for this because Dad would do silly accents for each vehicle. It’s one of the few books we remember having read to us. My poor mum never got any thanks where my dad would get squeals of delight whenever he read to us once in a blue moon! I remember seeing a dedication in the front of a book I read once which really holds true for me too:
‘I was incredibly blessed as a child. I had a mother who read to me.’
So this is a belated thank you Mummy!