a guest post by Jo Canham of Blarney Books
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It’s been a quiet afternoon with the last two hours completely to myself, the sky is turning an ominous grey-black colour, the small hand is moving closer to the five, and I start busying myself with pack-up. Switch off the music, the heating, pack my mobile in my pocket, and the front door swings open. In come a woman, a man, two small children, and a request, “Can we bring our dog in? He’ll bark if we leave him outside.” Wondering what they do at the supermarket, I agree that it’s okay if he stays on his lead, and I sit back down, glance discretely at my watch, and surreptitiously flick the heating back on. The kids run to the children’s section and start going through the toy-box, the dad sits down and opens his paper, and the mum disappears with the dog down the fiction aisle.
I’m just getting back into my book when the door opens a second time. This time I glance at my watch with less discretion. It’s after five. A middle-aged woman hurries up to me and asks, “You haven’t got a copy of People of the Book, have you?” Everything about this woman, this request, smacks of book club, so I have to ask, “Is it a book club read?” Of course it is. I deliver the bad news – she’s been trumped by another, more fleet-footed member. “I’m sorry, I sold a copy yesterday.” “Well, perhaps you have other copies out the back?” ‘Out the back’ I have a home, not boxes stacked with book club recommendations, Oprah or otherwise. “No, I’m sorry. At the moment I don’t have another. The new book shop will have several copies available.” “Oh, god, I don’t want to pay full price – I might not even like it!” No, perish the thought of forking out money for a new experience. I hunt around for a pencil, and take her details down in the unlikely event that another will turn up in the next few days. Somewhat calmed, she makes her exit as another couple enter.
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