Book yearning

I bought this book in the nineties, OK well maybe the eighties and loved it, treasured it, moved my bedroom furniture around to it – I was still living at home. 

When I moved into various shared accommodation over the next few years, it was my style bible. I lent it to a friend at college, she moved away, we lost touch. I missed that book. 

I recently found it on Amazon for 1p, yes one penny. I swooned and bought it. I had a quick flick and put it away to snuggle up with on the sofa at a later date to reminisce and stroke my youthful memories with.

The Belle Mere saw it and asked if she might borrow. I lent, tantalising myself with the knowledge it would soon be all mine to look at once more.

We cut off the Belle Mere, my book is languishing in North London, so near, yet so far.

Should I buy it again?

I've also had a strange whimsical yearning to read one of Jilly Cooper's girl series again. I read them in fifth year at school, I was very innocent, they are very innocent, all billowing hair and manly kisses if I remember correctly very jolly Jilly. Fabulous names too: Octavia, Prudence, Imogen, Harriet, Bella. On closer inspection -were they all images of Jilly Cooper?!!!




I guess I'm just harping back to a time when my greatest responsibility was making sure Bella (my rabbit) and the chickens were shut up safely every night.