I spent Friday afternoon at a book fair. There were amazing
books on offer but worryingly most were beyond my price range. Gone are the days when I could visit a prestigious fair and
leave with several bags of books. It
may just be that my income has gone down over the last few years, but I really
don’t think that is the case. The problem is that prices have gone up and up,
and rare books are getting harder to find. Many of the best books are now in private collections
thereby pushing up the prices of available copies. That’s not to say I couldn't afford anything, of course I
could, but not the books my heart desired.
I've wanted to update my copy of
Five on Kirrin Island
again for some time. I have a 1st edition with a dust jacket, but the
jacket is chipped, and the pages have yellowed, not unusually for a
book printed nearly 66 years ago. But, I would like a nicer copy. With that in mind I
began my dash around the tables. Half way around I spied the book of my dreams
– a pristine copy of
Five on Kirrin Island Again. I stopped. I looked. I
probably drooled a little! My hand went to my cheque book – but hang on a
second – how much??? £950.00 No Way!
The disappointment was crushing! The bookseller and I had a nice chat, and I
bought three other books from her – but the one I really wanted was the one
that got away.
I had that exact book on my bookshelf when I was a little
girl! Why didn't I keep it? Why didn't I take better care of it? I have only
myself to blame. It’s true mum threw the jacket out when it got tatty and later gave the book away, but I
still have only myself to blame. I got married, I moved away. I took my record
collection and my matchbox collection, but I left the books on the bookshelf.
They had always lived there, and I assumed they always would, but mum wanted to
turn my bedroom into a nice spare room for visitors. I am
almost certain there would have been a 'phone call to ask if I wanted my books,
and I'm equally sure I would have said something like “why are you bothering me
with this?” So I have only myself to blame.
Despite being unable to afford the Enid Blyton or a beautiful first edition copy of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, I had a thoroughly good time. I love days spent with books and book people it recharges my batteries and reminds me of why I love my job so much.
So that was Friday...
On Saturday morning I received this
postcard sent from Holland
by my lovely friend the children's book author
Nicole De Cock.
Nicole sent the card with a message saying she bought
it from the
Bakkerij Museum and liked it so much that she got one for
herself and one for me! How sweet was that?
So the moral of this story is, books (although one of the
loves of my life) are just possessions, what matters most is family and
friends.
Thank you for reminding me about the important things in
life Nicole. And thank you to all my lovely blogging friends, my life would be much
poorer without you.
Just as I was finishing this post I received the following
email;
Hi I started collecting Eileen Soper china after seeing your
lovely collection (
see post here). I thought you might like to see Ted my
orphan bird. He loves flying around the kitchen and always lands on my best
china. Kind regards Janet
I was tickled
pink to see the photograph of Ted and Janet's lovely collection. When I
asked if I could share the picture and email, Janet not only agreed but also sent some more photographs and another email;
I am so glad that you like Ted. He is a Great Tit but has
never grown properly. He has lived with us since he was just out of the nest.
Next door found him, and they know that I take in injured birds. I'm not sure
what happened to him. I don't know if his mother pushed him out of the nest
early or the dog's next door got him. We have some pictures of him on the first
day we got him which I will find and send you.
I didn’t think he would survive, but he has lived with us
for over two years now. He even comes on holiday with us in the camper van. We
go to Barra in the Outer Hebrides, and he is
fine apart from cattle grids which he complains at. He doesn't like to be woken
up too early either. His flying is a lot better, and he loves the kitchen, but
if he can't find anywhere to land it’s always on top of my head and then he
tries to pull out my hair.
He lives on ground beef mixed with hard-boiled egg yolk. That's
another thing that makes him moody if he has run out of meat. He also has suet
with insects in it and dried mealworms. In the summer, I try to get him leaves
with greenfly on. Apart from meat, he loves cucumber; he eats the soft inside
and then carries it around for most of the day. He has a big cage on the breakfast bar where
we all eat and sit and he is so much a part of everyday life.
I just loved reading about Ted, especially about his holidays in the camper van. He must be quite the celebrity when he arrives on site. When I thanked Janet for letting me use the emails and photographs, I told her the
story of an owl we picked up off the road one frosty winter night. The owl
survived and spent some time flying around the house chased by our two King
Charles Cavaliers before Terry had the presence of mind to open the front door
and let it out. Janet then sent another email about some of the other birds she
looks after;
I once found a gull at the side of the road put it in the
car and came home and told my husband that there was a dead seagull in the car.
He was less than impressed when he found out it had come around. It stayed in
the shower overnight and was released the next day but not before it had given
him a couple of bites.
We had a baby owl fall down the chimney one summer. The
children woke us at three in the morning to say there was a baby owl in the
chimney grate in their bedroom. Luckily, their room was at the top of the house
so it had not fallen far. We came downstairs and opened the front door, and off
it flew. It was years ago, and no one had mobiles with cameras then so we never
got a picture.
I have an African
Grey parrot, cockatiel, finch, budgies and a canary that all need looking
after. I also have a hen that I found with 11 chicks on a small piece of land just
up the road from our house. I now have her and the chicks safely in a cage with
a run. Plenty of work trying to keep them warm, especially yesterday. We live
at the top of a hill, and the wind was terrible, so cold. I managed to wrap a
tarpaulin around the run, and they were fine. Not the right time of the year for
chicks but she is a good mum, so I will try to help her.
Ted with a parrot feather and some very pretty nursery china
I think Janet is nothing short of an angel, thank goodness,
there are such lovely people in the world. Janet I know you are busy right now,
but one of these days you should write this all down. I'm sure you would have a
best-seller on your hands if you did.
The very first picture of Ted