I'm so excited about the arrival of a couple of items from Slightly Foxed. Issue 52 of their quarterly magazine impressed me enough to commit to a subscription. A personal message from Olivia on a gorgeous woodcut postcard tucked inside was a lovely surprise. And while I'm not rushing to the end of Vita Sackville-West's All Passion Spent because it's too good for that, I can't wait to start Terms & Conditions.
A few days ago I woke up to the sound of Kip making strange noises around the bookcase in my bedroom. I thought he had sniffed out an errant dog biscuit, but it was the glue binding my copy of E, H, Young's The Vicar's Daughter. The one bought on Charing Cross Road and published in 1937...silly boy *sigh*.