I’ve just been into the Oxfam on Smithdown Road for the first time since March and bought four books. Then gone over to sit outside Bean There with a black coffee and a piece of spiced apple cake to look through the books and decide which one I’d read first. And it was while I was deciding this that the thought occurred to me that what used to seem like such a small pleasure now feels like the stuff of life, and not such a small pleasure at all.
I’ve brought the books home now and they’re here beside me on a small table. Displayed on there, and now in this blog post, like a collection of treasured objects, which they are. My first such collection since March. And no small pleasure, no small pleasure at all.
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