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Another sunny day. Two in a row feels like some sort of record, given the weather so far this winter. One of today’s orders was for a book called Minorities in the Arab World, which will be shipped to a priest in Lebanon.

My mother appeared this afternoon and talked for about half an hour about the door knocker on The Open Book, which apparently has a film of white mould over it. Why this matters, or why she thinks that I need to know, baffles me. She disappeared for five minutes, then returned with Alicia, the Taiwanese woman who is running The Open Book for a week. We arranged to go to the pub for a pint after work. Alicia, it transpires, is not her real name, but she’s chosen it because it’s simpler while she’s in Europe. She’s studying in Spain at the moment, and decided that Wigtown would provide her with a welcome break from the warmth and fine food of Spain.

Till Total £42

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