It's a bittersweet moment when your child has a better grasp of business than you do and I felt a mixture of pride and shame (just like I did a few weeks ago, when my mother's poem was published in the Daily Mail).
I'm now working in partnership with someone who owns a company selling modern books. My stock is essentially a waste product of his business, so the arrangement suits both of us. It's too early to say how successful we will be, but it beats working for other people.
I miss the camaraderie of working with others, but when a friend told me that she recently had to attend a 'team building treasure hunt' and a course entitled 'From bolt-on to centre of gravity', the mud and cows suddenly seemed a lot more attractive.
I've been working through a large consigment of stock recently and every few boxes, I have found a photo that has been used as a bookmark. Here's a selection from the last couple of weeks:
The random photographs were a bit thin on the ground last year, but I shall be redoubling my efforts to rescue more gems from the skip of oblivion.
