It was a fairly regular occurrence for me to be rung up, usually by husbands or partners, desperate to find a book by a deadline that was fast approaching. I handed one book over to someone who turned up on the day of our family pre-Christmas party. Another request was for a copy of I Had Two Ponies, with a dustjacket. I had several copies of this hanging around at the time (and indeed still do) but none of them had a dustjacket. The only one with a jacket, albeit not one in the best of health, was mine. I took a deep breath, decided that I really only needed the text in order to be able to write about the book, and I sold it. Here it is.