The Diary of a Bookseller

MONDAY, 25 AUGUST

Online orders: 2

Books found: 2

Katie managed to shuffle in to work today. I brought up the subject of the parcel with the missing postage stamp on it. She conceded that it had probably been her fault.

Sandy the tattooed pagan brought in five sticks to replenish the stock.

My back is still agony. I had planned to go to the doctor but forgot that it is a bank holiday, so I telephoned my pharmacist friend Cloda. She recommended co-codamol, after which I went to the chemist only to discover that it was shut too, so I ended up buying paracetamol and ibuprofen from the co-op.

Telephone call from Mr Deacon asking if he could order a copy of Alison Weir’s Eleanor of Aquitaine. I asked him if he was quite sure, as we had recently ordered a copy for him. He paused, then replied, ‘Oh yes, I can see it on my desk. Where’s my list? Yes, I meant David Starkey’s Henry. Could you order that?’ I assured him that it would be here by the end of the week.

I left Katie in charge and drove to Glasgow to drop off forty boxes of reject stock at Cash for Clothes in Partick.

My memory is terrible, so I have made another note to apply for the James Patterson grant. It is now on my expanding list of things I will kick myself for not doing.

Till total £367.05

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