My sister and I had all the Beatrix Potter books when we were kids, and I've recently come across them again. All I remembered about Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle was that it was my mum's favourite. (Mine was the creepy, horrifying Samuel Whiskers, where my sister liked Squirrel Nutkin best.) And rereading this one, I don't know what Mum was thinking. It's a hedgehog that does laundry. A particularly servile hedgehog at that, and there's only so much excitement one can get from a list of things to be washed. The illustrations, usually the best part of any Potter book, are more on the little girl than the hedgehog, which is basically dressed as a bundle of what she hasn't laundered yet.

It's pretty bloody bizarre, even by Potter standards, but even so it's just not very interesting.