Owl Woman

Oh, and the new Blyth Power album, 'Fall of Iron', has just been released. Buy it and tape it for me, please.

Back in a writing frame of mind but less time to do it due to working in the shop. I don't mind - sometimes it's the job of my dreams, like the other day, rummaging carefully through two boxes of stuff that was presumably left by a woman who'd died. Amongst the tons of sewing stuff was some WW2 Women's Voluntary Service pieces and a porcelain cake decoration in the shape of a cat, which I think might be valuable. It's expression and green bow tie are priceless, anyway. And more old jazz ep's have turned up, which makes my dad a happy man. The not so good aspects are the humidity on the shop floor (the new lights are killers) and the extras that people leave in their bags of donations. Like a pubic hair in the cover of a book on how to teach "retarded" people. Most of all, I would ask that folk PLEASE STOP DONATING SPIDERS. Dead or alive, they're unsuitable! On Tuesday I found another big one, curled up and long gone, but there was also another insect that I didn't recognise. Very interesting in a Darwin-kind of way but I'd just rather have some good books to look at.