Grumbling and grousing

[feather_ghyll]

Two days in a row did I stand in front of a locked door to a bookshop. If you're going to go to the effort of writing out your limited opening hours over a bank holiday weekend on a special poster, perhaps it would be a good idea to stick to them. Of course, for all I know, the shopkeeper is going through a personal crisis, but I was really disgruntled yesterday, having trawled through the charity shops, even an Oxfam bookshop, and found nothing except a book that I already owned, and had purposefully left this secondhand bookshop 'till last, thinking I'd find something there. I even went back today just before catching the train to come home in the hope that this time, the shopkeeper would stick to the times on the poster.

Perhaps the disgruntlement was compounded by the fact that I was reading May Baldwin's Peg's Adventures in Paris, which is a hysterical sub-sub-sub Villette for girls with an obnoxious protagonist and a fair bit of Anglo-Saxon bigotry. And it's a Schroedinger's cat thing, I know there were oodles of volumes I would have brought lying behind that locked door.

(Let's not get into how I lost a train ticket and had to buy another!)