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There was a light dusting of snow on the ground this morning, which Nicky blamed for her late arrival.

The bathroom was occupied until 10 a.m., when Petra’s belly-dancing class began. The rhythmic pounding seemed to startle the only customer to darken the doorstep before eleven. She left fairly abruptly upon hearing it. Petra and Alicia had a cup of tea in the sun on the bench in front of the shop afterwards.

In the afternoon I wrote up the AWB (our local booksellers’ association) minutes and emailed them to Andrew (treasurer) and Laura (chair) for approval.

Much of the afternoon was occupied with setting up the house for tonight’s Writers’ House meeting. Tom and Willeke arrived at 4.30 with ten bottles of wine and baskets of snacks. Tom is English and Willeke is Dutch. They moved to a cottage just outside Wigtown a few years ago and being bright, funny and under fifty, they are a welcome addition to the community. I lit the fire in the drawing room and the snug. By six o’clock there were about twenty-five people in the sitting room, drinking and chatting. The meeting lasted until nine, after which Ben and Katie (a French man and German woman who are about to open a gourmet burger business in Wigtown), Tom and Willeke, Eliot, Alicia and I stayed up drinking and chatting in the kitchen. Tom and Willeke stayed overnight.

Nicky promised to open the shop in the morning, knowing full well that tonight would be a late night.

Bed at 2 a.m.

Till Total £17

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