Old Books

I flirted with using a tablet but there's something about the physicality of a real book- especially if it's an old book and has a bit of history to it.

Second-hand books were cheap when I was a kid. but then the prices climbed. Now- thanks to everything being available on line- they're cheap again. Yesterday I picked up a 9th edition of Barrie's A Window in Thrums for £1.99 in an Oxfam shop. Hard back, over 100 years old,  with some long-dead bloke's bookplate on the inside cover- and they were all but giving it away...

Grrrrr...

Oh bugger.

We had it all arranged that we were going back to Oldham this next week- we'd made arrangements- one of them an important (to us) business arrangement- and Jo comes in this morning to tell us Anna (our regular carer) won't be back from holiday until Thursday and...

Ah well....

Jo has had nothing but trouble with her office staff. She's sacked one of them and reassigned the other. They were royally fucking up her business and- among much else- our holiday arrangements.

Not directly her fault except that her's is the top desk at which the buck stops.

Never mind. Calming down now. We can rearrange our arrangements...