I had been feeling a little less enthusiastic about things for a few days. I can’t deny it.
And then the postman came bearing, not more books, but a card from the young lady who occasionally sends me cards. I pass on some books to her, she reads them and sends me a card. Not necessary in the least, but there is no stopping polite young ladies, and it is very nice when they read books.
You might recall my recent cull. I went further than ever and actually gave away some of my most favourite books. In this case it was Debi Gliori’s Witch Baby books, all four of them. I felt that they would be in good hands if I let this particular young reader have them, and it seems I was right.
Her card-making abilities are impressive, and I’m sure the postman enjoyed the envelope. I’d like to think that everyone who helped send it my way enjoyed its distinct address.
So, yeah, I feel a bit chirpier.