Mr Meddle

I used to really love the “Mr Meddle” books by Enid Blyton.

Mr Meddle, unless I’ve imagined the whole thing, was a naughty pixie-human who would meddle in other people’s business. I think he was trying to help but it was fairly unfathomable how any of his meddling could be construed as helpful. I recall one story where he went into someone’s house and ate the contents of the fridge in order to be helpful. Crazy, old, misunderstood pixie-man.

This story may not exist (neither may the books) but that’s how I remember them. I’m sure many words could be found to describe the Mr Meddle books but none serve quite so well as “bizarre”. 

Perhaps I was a bizarre child then because I really did love Mr Meddle. I recall pleading with my Mum and Dad to get a copy of Mr Meddle’s latest adventures. Lets call it “Mr Meddle Eats Some Swans”, for the sake of argument. The day I got that book is firmly ingrained in my memory. It was purchased from the “round shop” (which wasn’t round at all), there was horse racing on and somebody was parading a dressed monkey along the High Street. Strange and wonderful times, the Seventies.

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This website was created by Jill Holtz and Michelle Davitt, both of whom are mothers of young children. Jill and Michelle decided to create this resource themselves, and launched in 2007.