The date on the first post wasn't the date it was actually written. It's too complicated for me to explain why -- besides it's Hallowe'en. Anything could happen and anybody could arrive at the door at any minute.
Thirty-seven more parcels in the post today, many of them review copies going hither and thither. And the PoemCards are done - I just have to pick them up from the printer and start sending them out. I'm dying for them to be ready because I need to use them myself. Also I love the whole idea of this. I want to send Matt Harvey'sTens Times Table to all my maths teacher friends . . .