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Online orders: 10

Orders found: 10

Grey, cold day, but dry.

Pleasingly, I found all of the orders this morning. One of them was for a German-language copy of Mein Kampf, published when Hitler was still alive. Inside, it was inscribed and contained a postcard—lacking any knowledge of German, I have no idea what any of it means. Still, it sold for £90, to a customer in Germany.

Five customers by 10 a.m., and all bought books. One bought three of Sandy the tattooed pagan’s walking sticks. He is one of just a handful of regular customers. He lives near Stranraer and claims to be the most tattooed man in Scotland. He’s also a keen (and talented) stick-maker. We have a barter system whereby he gives me sticks in exchange for books, and I sell the sticks in the shop. Must get in touch with Sandy and tell him we need more.

As I was taking today’s orders to the post office, William was emerging from its dark recesses for a cigarette. In an unprecedented display of politeness and decency he not only held the door open for me but went as far as to say ‘Good morning, Shaun.’ Either he’s ill or I am.

Till Total £72.50

5 Customers