tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526047685240939849.post3442641528172269119..comments2023-10-03T18:42:09.052+10:00Comments on I am Hopeless: ShatteredMad Cat Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09940290694429568842noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526047685240939849.post-80232269824111254522017-01-14T19:06:53.918+10:002017-01-14T19:06:53.918+10:00Woe is me. Actually, it wasn't geeat, but the ...Woe is me. Actually, it wasn't geeat, but the people were lovely and willing. There was one young man with a violently receding hairline keen to sing the praises of books, which sadly, because I am somewhat older than him, I had already read.<br /><br />There was a tall lean gentle man who seemed to stoop without actually stooping.<br /><br />A short motherly lady who swapped stores about the thousands of dollars she'd had to spend on her injured puppy after only just getting him.<br /><br />Sigh.Mad Cat Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09940290694429568842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526047685240939849.post-22207344291312242792017-01-13T13:16:04.482+10:002017-01-13T13:16:04.482+10:00I am so sorry. A good bookshop is a precious thin...I am so sorry. A good bookshop is a precious thing.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.com