Disenchanted

Izzie still cannot shake off those doomy gloomy Australian dementors which are a surprisingly persistent bunch of creeping creatures. They seem to revel in the heat and are most virulent and persistent in the months of December to February.
They bugger up your eyes so that even diamonds and gold look like disgusting brown mud and they fog up the brain so that you cannot think of anything remotely cheerful or pretty much of anything at all. But worst of all, they have taken to hiding in coffee cups.


On Thursday pottered past The Well book shop which is closing around Christmas and presently has everything at 40% off. The inner vulture could not resist the temptation. Had previously got a big fat book by Robert Fisk and another “Finding Moonshine” about the history of the study of symmetry as well as one of those John Seymour organic gardening books which at just over half price is about what you would pay online for it.


This was going to be the last visit so could not resist one more peek. In spite of all the best of intentions was feeling most irrational indeed. The serpent had borrowed a certain book some four years ago and while interesting in bits found it dreadfully fluffy and like some sort of script from an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Could get this book from any old library any time and also acquired its infinitely superior sequel amongst a stack of six or so books at a school fete for the princely sum of five silver sickles for the lot.
So it had been easy to resist temptation at the annual 20% off post Christmas book sales and even the big Borders closing down sale which went on for several months in the first half of the year. But this time was different

( musings and meanderings )

Disenchanted

Izzie still cannot shake off those doomy gloomy Australian dementors which are a surprisingly persistent bunch of creeping creatures. They seem to revel in the heat and are most virulent and persistent in the months of December to February.
They bugger up your eyes so that even diamonds and gold look like disgusting brown mud and they fog up the brain so that you cannot think of anything remotely cheerful or pretty much of anything at all. But worst of all, they have taken to hiding in coffee cups.


On Thursday pottered past The Well book shop which is closing around Christmas and presently has everything at 40% off. The inner vulture could not resist the temptation. Had previously got a big fat book by Robert Fisk and another “Finding Moonshine” about the history of the study of symmetry as well as one of those John Seymour organic gardening books which at just over half price is about what you would pay online for it.


This was going to be the last visit so could not resist one more peek. In spite of all the best of intentions was feeling most irrational indeed. The serpent had borrowed a certain book some four years ago and while interesting in bits found it dreadfully fluffy and like some sort of script from an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Could get this book from any old library any time and also acquired its infinitely superior sequel amongst a stack of six or so books at a school fete for the princely sum of five silver sickles for the lot.
So it had been easy to resist temptation at the annual 20% off post Christmas book sales and even the big Borders closing down sale which went on for several months in the first half of the year. But this time was different

( musings and meanderings )