Sometimes just five minutes in a day is enough to fuel a blog.

This Saturday blog contains the word ‘erotic’ those of a cautious nature should just stop here.

It also mentions a local tennis club and Lidl, both institutions that were collecting books for charity.

A friend is clearing out her house ready to sell. She had gathered 9 bags of books to donate. One bag contained a collection of 18th Century Erotic Poetry and short stories written in Latin. The tennis club declined the donation. So now, in a small town in Suffolk, the Middle of Lidl will be quite the surprise for local shoppers.

I was reading her Whatsapp and laughing while queuing in a local coffee shop.It is not often that baked goods  can make me chuckle but the Bostock’s on offer tickled my funny bone in a similar way.

Shopping for the unexpected.

P.s unbelievably there are two women on Google called Fanny Bostock.

This has been a funny week blogwise. With a forgotten one. A hugely over-viewed one( 384!) and one that I wrote and forgot to publish. In between those three, dog walking, normal life, and many sea swims there has not been a lot of down time. Until yesterday when a squeeze- in late lunch date at the local market was cancelled. I read a book about Sport Psychology instead. Storm Amy is on the way. She is the love child of Hurricanes Humbert and Imelda who were jiggy over the Atlantic. Amy made my swim a little like being a lone sock in a washing machine yesterday. Even though she was in her calm phase.

Once again I plan to paint or create an image of each storm that batters our little peninsula. I would rather Amy was spelled Aimee. For some reason it seems easier to visualise a storm with more letters and a double ee. More screechy perhaps. Sea swimming may be off the diary for a few days.

My phone has become a little judgmental recently. The exercise App takes a dim view of anything less than 10,000 steps a day. Never considering my swims as exercise. I also sense a little judgement about my use of a tide and weather App.

Somehow I dropped a blog yesterday. But I did get a weekend’s worth of newspapers read and we did some of our favourite walks in gorgeous sunshine. I spent some time in a second-hand book shop and kept my hand firmly in my pocket.

Second-hand book shops fill me with nostalgia. Had my parents lived until now they would be in their early nineties. An age when people naturally downsize or naturally move to another realm. The books on their shelves finding their way to second hand book shops the world over.

In consequence,  preloved bookshop shelves look very similar to my parents beloved home library. As do the piles of discarded C.D’s.

I also love the smell of old books.

Better blog reliability from this point on.