It's always hard returning to work after an idyllic holiday, particularly when the children are back at school and there's a whiff of autumn in the air. But the blow is softened by the fact that I no longer work for these people and I now get to find things like this:
I used to assume that the day would come when I'd no longer be amused by the addition of beards and glasses to pictures of people, but this still makes me laugh. Slightly.
As for the next jacket, it makes you realise how times have changed:
I was quite excited to find this signed dedication by William Golding:
However, I had a bit of an awkward moment when someone from the warehouse presented me with this "signed" copy:
I tried to explain that a 1970 book about the paintings of Goya couldn't possibly be signed by the artist, but I ended up feeling like a patronising git.