I got my prescription filled just after noon, took a few books back to the library and got a few more out, and headed off to Browns, where James and I'd arranged to meet. Had a conversation with - oh ratpuke, I've completely forgotten her name! the woman with the hair! - who asked how the Saturday lunchtime mob were, since she doesn't work there on Saturdays any more. She's met them all, pretty much, as they've come and gone over the years, so I told her how various people were doing, and she sent her regards to Lizzy and Snad and other people who don't do Browns much any more because of having moved away from Cov.
James arrived, and we enjoyed a couple of coffees - chocolate cherry latte, what indulgence! - and good conversation. He headed off to Earlsdon to get his spectacle frame sorted out, and I was going to visit the Oxfam shop, just to see if there were any good books, and perhaps buy one - only one, I said to myself.
So much for good intentions. Sod roads to Hell, I could pave a motorway with them. In Oxfam I found a book by John Dawson on Cumbrian privies (that's book research material, honestly), Esther Dyson's Release 2.1, and a copy of Max Barry's Jennifer Government. Well, I'd wanted to read them, so I didn't feel too bad about buying them, and after all the money's going for good use... but that was plenty, I said, to quell the surge of self-justification. Three books is quite enough for one day.
At which point I felt my book radar click on. Yes, I have book radar. It's not always active, but I know when it's working. "Follow me," it says, "and I shall infallibly guide you to Good Books."
British Heart Foundation charity shop: E O Wilson's The Diversity of Life and the O'Reilly Perl for System Administration book, a snip at £3 for the two.
SCOPE charity shop: Malcolm Barber's The Trial of the Templars, which I've been wanting for a while. The 1993 Canyon edition, 2000 reprint, paperback - £2.25! Wheeeee!
I'd have been happy to have paid as much as I did for all the books just to get the Barber, so I felt that a little celebration was in order. Nothing too extravagant: a visit to the cheese stall in the market, which got me some white Stilton with apricots, some Danish blue, three 150g portions of garlic and herb soft cheese at half-price, a small chunk of proper sage Derby with real sage leaves and NOT the usual synthetic lurid green horror, and some of the best farmhouse Cheddar I've ever tasted.
And then I went to the deli and bought a tin of Ghirardelli doublechoc drinking chocolate because I am a Sybaritic Beast. Sue me.
Now a cup of green tea and a little nap, I think. Adieu, mes enfants, adieu!