‘What are you doing?’ I snarled at Grim, seeing him glued to his computer when there’s a chapel to convert. ‘On that woodwork chatgroup again?’
Turns out he’s on Abe Books hunting down my Christmas presents. I keep a list in the front of my filofax of books I’d like to read, everytime someone mentions a good one or I read a review and think ‘hmm yes, sounds interesting’. So when it came time to start letting him know what I wanted this year, I typed it up and gave him a print out, thinking I’d maybe get one or two.
There’s nothing nicer than a big fat pile of new reading under the tree on Christmas Day. Bathsalts have lost their allure since we dont have a bathroom yet – likewise scented candles and suchlike. A good novel can take my mind off anything, even the sound of the mice busily working their way around the building each night.
He’s working his way down the list picking up secondhand copies on Abe books, for as little as 49p each, good ol’Grim eh!
