Yes, Eileen, I remember the Beano and Dandy, though had forgotten the Eagle until you mentioned it. They were snatched up at the newsagent's and circulated through the neighborhood with great enthusiasm, until they more or less disintegrated in our hands.

Enid Blyton did indeed give us enormous reading pleasure. I was surprised to see a whole shelf full of her books somewhere in the USA recently (though now am wondering if I might have dreamed this, since I can't recall which bookstore it was ).

I also loved her "Six Cousins" series, e.g., "Six Cousins at Mistletoe Farm" and her "Quonian Quartet." I believe there were only 2 or 3 in the latter group, though could be wrong. Didn't she also write a mystery series, e.g., "The Mystery of The Missing Necklace"?

When, at age ten, I acquired an American penpal who sent me colorful comic books featuring a family of super-heroes, my brothers and I became the Marvel family of "Captain Marvel" fame, throwing ourselves all over the bedroom furniture on our journeys through the atmosphere, flying with hands outstretched, thumb tips together, shouting "Shazam!" like true Marvels. There was a brown leather couch in the boys' room, as well as the two beds, so we had three horizontal surfaces for launching and landing. What a racket! Mum must have thought we were coming through the ceiling at times, but she never complained. She was a saint!