The Diary of a Bookseller

MONDAY, 1 DECEMBER

Online orders: 1

Books found: 1

Saint Andrew’s day, a bank holiday in Scotland.

A customer telephoned looking for a book:

Woman: ‘I was in your shop during the book festival and found a book about old ruined gardens of Scotland in your new books section. Could you tell me what the title is?’

Me: ‘No, I am afraid not. I know the book you’re after and would be happy to sell you a copy, though.’

Woman: ‘Why won’t you tell me the title?’

Me: ‘Because as soon as I do you’ll just go and buy it on Amazon.’

Woman: ‘No, I’ll send my mother round to pick it up from you.’

Me: ‘Oh good, in that case can I take your credit card details and your mother’s name? I’ll put it to one side once you’ve paid for it.’

At this point she hung up.

Tracy and I went for a pint in the pub after work today. A local farmer dropped in and asked, ‘Does anyone want a turnip? I’ve got some in the pick-up.’ Laura, working behind the bar, told him that she would like one. He appeared with the most enormous turnip I have ever seen. Apparently he had a bumper crop this year.

Started reading The Restraint of Beasts.

Till total £28

4 customers