Bible-black, Captain Cat, enjoy and drink your fill

Yeah, I am having a bit of a non-posty incommunicado spell. It's a combination of badly needing complete solitude in between two extremely social weekends, and having bought weed which always makes me go into lurkmode anyway.

Just got back from seeing the physiotherapist at Bournemouth Hospital about the elbow. She says there isn't a great lot they can really do, but keep wearing the brace and being careful with how I use it, and if it's not improved in another month talk to my GP about a steroid injection.

That's not what inspired me to post an entry, though. The hospital has one of those little charity shops in it - a real, unimproved by advertising types, old-fashioned charity shop, which means that unlike shiny new modern charity shops which look just like commercial shops and only sell immaculate paperbacks off the recent bestseller/Booker Prize list for a fiver, this one had a rack of musty-smelling dog-eared books my age or older for 20p a time. I was literally crowing with pleasure at some of my finds:

Winston Graham: Demelza, Jeremy Poldark and Warleggan. Yay Poldark!

Lynne Reid Banks: The Dark Quartet. LRB does the Brontes! Everything else I bought today is something I've previously owned copies of, but not this - I've never even heard of this. Wow.

Lewis Carroll: The Annotated Alice. Everyone should have a copy of Alice, and I hadn't for some time. Not sure how helpful/annoying the annotations might be.

Peter O'Donnell: Modesty Blaise. One of my girlhood heroines. I used to have them all, and have you any idea how hard to find they are these days?

Mary Webb: Precious Bane In Space. I like it.

Peter Dickinson: Heartsease. I really want the rest of these. Oh, for a proper charity shop.

Ruby Ferguson: Jill Enjoys Her Ponies. Stop sniggering at the back there! I said STOP it!


Anyway, I am very pleased and I am probably spending the rest of today slightly stoned and reading. Yayy!

Bible-black, Captain Cat, enjoy and drink your fill

Yeah, I am having a bit of a non-posty incommunicado spell. It's a combination of badly needing complete solitude in between two extremely social weekends, and having bought weed which always makes me go into lurkmode anyway.

Just got back from seeing the physiotherapist at Bournemouth Hospital about the elbow. She says there isn't a great lot they can really do, but keep wearing the brace and being careful with how I use it, and if it's not improved in another month talk to my GP about a steroid injection.

That's not what inspired me to post an entry, though. The hospital has one of those little charity shops in it - a real, unimproved by advertising types, old-fashioned charity shop, which means that unlike shiny new modern charity shops which look just like commercial shops and only sell immaculate paperbacks off the recent bestseller/Booker Prize list for a fiver, this one had a rack of musty-smelling dog-eared books my age or older for 20p a time. I was literally crowing with pleasure at some of my finds:

Winston Graham: Demelza, Jeremy Poldark and Warleggan. Yay Poldark!

Lynne Reid Banks: The Dark Quartet. LRB does the Brontes! Everything else I bought today is something I've previously owned copies of, but not this - I've never even heard of this. Wow.

Lewis Carroll: The Annotated Alice. Everyone should have a copy of Alice, and I hadn't for some time. Not sure how helpful/annoying the annotations might be.

Peter O'Donnell: Modesty Blaise. One of my girlhood heroines. I used to have them all, and have you any idea how hard to find they are these days?

Mary Webb: Precious Bane In Space. I like it.

Peter Dickinson: Heartsease. I really want the rest of these. Oh, for a proper charity shop.

Ruby Ferguson: Jill Enjoys Her Ponies. Stop sniggering at the back there! I said STOP it!


Anyway, I am very pleased and I am probably spending the rest of today slightly stoned and reading. Yayy!