However, the other day I had an appointment to have my hair cut (always stressful) and before I knew it my resolve had weakened and I was at it again.
Books. Second-hand books from a charity shop. Fifty pence each or three for a pound. There are lots of charity shops in Louth, but this one is the best for books. The route to my hairdresser's salon took me right past it. Well, I just had to make a tiny dog-leg detour.
How can I resist? Brilliant books, favourite authors, all in very good condition.
In my defence, I do recycle most of them after I have read and enjoyed them. Most, but not all.
This one certainly won't be going back. It is a modern copy of a book which I read as a child. It was originally published in 1938 and then again in 1955. I read it in the early 1960's and loved it.
It is the story of a family of five children who were left to fend for themselves while their parents set off on a mission to rescue their sick Grandmother. The children are evicted from the house they are living in but luckily a kindly farmer offers them a decrepit old barn which they clean down and turn into a temporary home.
They fend for themselves, do odd jobs, cook and clean. Well, remember that it was written in the '30's, so the oldest girl does the cooking, cleaning, washing while the older boy does the more manly things... But that is part of the charm of the book. It was written in different times.
Having said all of that, the main reason that it has lived so long in my memory is because the children use a haybox for some of their cooking. This idea fascinated me, I thought it was a marvellous if somewhat mysterious process.
I hope to persuade Max to make one for me, if not I shall set too and make one myself. It really is a very simple concept which I posted about here.
Must dash, I have a book to read.