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Nicky opened the shop at 8.55 a.m., and I shuffled down shortly afterwards. She spent the morning going through the books in the antiquarian section that we’d listed online and checking prices against books which had been listed subsequently by other people to make sure our prices were competitive. Without exception, we had been undercut on the eighty or so books she checked.

Clear, cold morning. Tom and Willeke appeared at about 9.15 and tidied up the kitchen. Alicia came down about ten minutes later, and Eliot followed shortly after that. Tom and Willeke left at about 10.30, Eliot at 11.15.

Today’s bookshop imbroglio:

Customer: Did I leave my tide timetable here?

Me: I’ve never seen you before.

Customer: Never mind that. Do you sell tide timetables?

Me: No.

Sandy’s copy of The Scottish Gallovidian Encyclopedia arrived, so I called and left a message on his answerphone.

Captain (the cat) is already nudging the borderline of morbid obesity and is the size of a small child. He now has the bonus of the full thickness of his winter coat upon him, and frequently startles customers who, on feeling what they imagine is a svelte kitten rubbing against their legs in the shop, look down to find something more akin to a fat puma instead.

Till Total £35.50

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