'one has to be cruel to be kind'
Wednesday:
Traffic was slightly better, though when approaching Centre Point I managed to piss off a bus driver by blocking his big fat arse. He announced his presence with a loud prolonged honk, as I leaned to the extreme side of the road like a rat. Shop did some sensible business today, woohoo! Amongst them, a European wife splurged out 90+ quid on a Kingsley Amis for her husband's birthday. Still had loonies paying their daily visit, including an American Forrest Gump lookalike who thinks he owns a precious book of the century but doesn't really. One man enquired if we have books on Russian history in stock, another asked about New Zealand ones. For your information, no, we don't. Also made a nice box for an early twentieth century bulky tome and felt quite satisfied with myself. Lastly, the English must have some magical fingers, for with a simple touch they make the best cups of tea in the world.
Thursday:
Weather was a bit iffy, hence panicky lady across the street kept on telling me to cover up our outdoor displays. 'It's going to come down any minute', she says. Didn't sell as many books as yesterday. I spent most of the time in front of the computer working on catalogues. At noon, boss passed down words of wisdom: 'one has to be cruel to be kind'. Haha, sometimes I think I'm working with a bunch of Oscar Wildes.