So, Reading. A city/town in England, not just something you do with a book. A stroll round the town one Saturday. I see the Oxfam bookshop. I love my books and my bargains, having in my time bought a copy of Gulag Archipelago, Cancer Ward and some other Russian/Soviet paperbacks… oh, and a biography of Frankie Howerd. Titter ye not…
Then I saw a packet of stamps for sale, intended for stamp collectors, philatelists. I decided on impulse to buy the packet. It was only three pounds, anyway. Next thing is to buy a book for keeping the stamps in. They only cost about €2 from Amazon.
All this stamp collecting took me me back to when I was 12 years old and popped into a philately shop in Dorchester, Dorset, and bought my first set of stamps, including a Nauru stamp, which then cost a pound, about a week’s pocket money in those days. I got a fair old collection after about three years. Where did my stamp books go? I’ve no idea.
Then I think of the South Georgia first day covers and British Antarctic Territory stamps that I ordered as a wedding present for an ex-colleague two years ago.
All that exotica, without evening having to leave my flat.
Have an exotic day, won’t you!