I’d been assigned to buy my own Christmas present. Most of our presents will be handmade except for some interesting books and so I pootled along to Persephone Books in Lambs Conduit Street, London. They re-publish forgotten books mainly by women authors and frankly its a delightful place. A must for a tourist itinerary of London and a lovely shop to browse. If you want to waste an hour in an interesting virtual space then visit their website here and join their mailing list too.
There was some sort of Christmas party in the back office and time slipped for a moment. It was the mid 1930’s.
“Do have a delicious Christmas, darling”, someone said.
A voice extolled the racy delights of Madera wine.
Across a pile of books a couple discussed a Christmas meal of pheasant to be cooked on the Aga.
“Suffolk is so delightful”, said a man with a crisp upper class accent.
I bought my book and scurried away.
Later, no doubt these delightful ladies and gentlemen will drive away in an Austin Seven or Jowett car tapping their toes to Victor Silvester on the wireless.
I felt somehow refreshed. What a wonderful bookshop.