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yesterday we went on a house visit to view some books and he had them all organized by subject in little rows with a list ready and it was so nice I almost wept remembering the time I was locked in an attic unable to stand up properly surrounded by paintings of dead husbands
whenever I agree to go and look at books for someone there is a 10% chance everything will be normal and a 90% chance I get shut in an underground bathroom-slash-library decorated with a swastika pattern made entirely out of rusty nails
this one time I agreed to go to a place 'a short walk from the station' and it was only when I was halfway across the abandoned railway track in the middle of the woods that I realised I had made a terrible mistake
it all floods back to me of a sudden
- the lady with the hand shaped knocker
- that time with the boat
- that man who almost definitely bumped off his neighbour for his books
- the barn we don't talk about
- the episode with the ballerina outfits
- the lady with the hand shaped knocker
- that time with the boat
- that man who almost definitely bumped off his neighbour for his books
- the barn we don't talk about
- the episode with the ballerina outfits
the problem is
the Problem is
that half the battle is finding books
and the weirder the place, the more likely you are to stumble across something unexpected
it's just a shame I've ruined quite so many shirts in the process
the Problem is
that half the battle is finding books
and the weirder the place, the more likely you are to stumble across something unexpected
it's just a shame I've ruined quite so many shirts in the process
