The Diary of a Bookseller

SATURDAY, 13 DECEMBER

Online orders: 3

Books found: 2

By 9.22 a.m. I had dealt with today’s orders, but there was still no sign of Nicky. At 10 a.m. I received a text message from her: ‘Am in a ditch near the Doon of May. Waiting on a tractor to pull me out.’ She managed to hitch in from the ditch. The Doon is a piece of land near the pretty village of Elrig. It is owned by a man called Jeff, and he runs it as a sort of commune. Nicky eventually appeared at 10.45 a.m.

In the afternoon my father appeared to ask me to print something off for a meeting he has on Wednesday. He and my mother can navigate their way around their iPads, but beyond that family assistance is required for anything relating to computers. The discussion in the shop revolved around what time ‘the afternoon’ officially begins. I said noon. Anna said 11 a.m. My father said, ‘Not until I’ve finished my lunch.’

Till total £121.79

10 customers