So I have a white mocha latte or some such new-fangled concoction with a writer friend at Blackwell’s yesterday as we talk about British fantasy writers, and then realize that it has cut into the tenner I stuffed into my jeans to buy myself a book.
So I make a note of the book I was rapidly reading, a calming book of essays called Simple Pleasures: Little Things that Make Life Worth Living–things like walking the dog, collecting eggs, cancelled lunches, growing your own food,bread and cheese. And when I get home at five–order it off Amazon, at £3 off the Blackwell’s price, and free shipping
And just as I wake up this morning, my doorbell rings, and there it is. Special delivery. Packed and at my doorstep overnight. Amazon Prime offers all the special deliveries you want for a year for £49.
I wish I had got it earlier. What a solution to the last minute quandary with school supplies and birthday presents and realizing you don’t have maps or guidebooks to somewhere you’re flying to tomorrow.
I am not nostalgic for the past. I think the progress, technology and efficiency are amazing things.
(No, no advertising here, just ecstasy.)
