That Book by Winnie The Pooh

October 2018
During the Summer there was a lovely flow of customers coming in to the shop and dedicating to buying books and having little chats here and there so that one could call it really pleasant. Since October, this so called cash flow stops with the flick of a switch. There really is not anything to look forward to then and of course it really does stand out when the following happens:
I am at the computer digging into the accounts by popping the info needed on to that cloud. It is chilly, sunny but really quite chilly. Door opens. Now this is the moment when you do not really have to look up to check who it is. You sense by the way the door opens if it is customer A,B or C
A: Now customer A is my favorite, he or she enters and they start at the shelves and do not want to miss anything, usually accompanied with little noises of "oooooo" or "aaaaa".
B: Customers B is bit more tricky. He or she enters and starts talking to me while looking at the shelves, essentially keeping me away from what I am doing.
C: Customer C can be a short or a long nightmare. He or she comes in through the door and marches past all the books and makes a full stop at my desk to ask the daft questions.

Today I had Customer C. Door opens. My stomach is already clenched by the accounts I am looking at, I think the day cannot get any worse. Here the steps come stomping up and straight into full swing of bla bla "You got that book by Winnie the Pooh"?
He has a piece of something between his teeth and I am not sure if I should tell him or start laughing. The question is slightly better than "I am looking for a book from back in the day with a green cover, you might have it"?
Oh, this is going to be good, I think "Surely you mean Winnie The pooh by Milne?
"Alright then, do you have it"?
My mind already knows that he is not going to spend the money for the nice Edition I have in the shelve, but I do need to get up and be sure and also give my legs a stretch. 
I show him the lovely book and he asks the price while chewing on the thing that was stuck between his teeth. "Och, God I cant pay that, Me mother told me to get the book by Winnie, I kind of thought she meant a cheap paperback, you do have them, don't you?"
I am beginning to think my accounts are more fun at this point. He spots a book on Arts and Crafts. He starts a whole monologue about his renovation of his garage and I can see him talking but I stop listening. "Do I get paid enough to listen this crap" are my thoughts. He finally comes to an end and wishes me good luck with the sales of the Miller book and he is gone.
I love this bookshop especially when it is just me and my books.
God, I wonder what the family has in store for me today. I go back to my Cloud.

Where to begin when you are right in the middle of it all?

Hello there, 

my name well, lets say my name is wife and I live in one of the English speaking countries. Cause the truth is, lets face it when you write real life accounts you are bound to hurt or piss off somebody. Also, I am not quite sure in what direction this one is going. 

Will I be bitching about customers in our bookshop or will I be bitching about my bougie teenage kids that are lazy and spoiled or shall I tell about the phenomenal Sex drive me and my husband have despite constant moving to different places, four children, 3 dead dogs and several failed businesses? Lets just say we stay neutral but the things that happen to me and my family happen to us all. 

Life is one of those funny things you read about on bumper stickers and on a really bad day that sticker puts in into perspective. How sad, well reading a full book can also put things into perspective but who has the time these days?

I sit in our Bookshop waiting for you, that perfect customer that comes in and smells the wood and old books mixed with coffee scent. I wait for you to walk along the shelves and be overcome with nostalgia that you want to hang on to those childhood memories cause you are hitting 50 and things are not going well and the only thing you feel in control of, is buying that book. I wrap it and you take it home and of course my aim is to get you back for more. I want you to start a library and feel you are doing something for the generation after you. 

The truth is you will be cursed as a collector cause your family thinks you are crazy. "you can get that on Kindle".

When I don`t sit in our Bookshop I am at home cooking for my lazy Teenagers. "Relax Mum, you are always running around, just sit and have a tea". How come they don't get that my running around is result of them laying around?  

So, why the blog? Well, I am a woman that needs an outlet. I have things to say and a lot to share. I am not too focused on everybody finding out exactly who I am, cause I want to have my coffee in this small pit of a town in peace and quiet. 

My aim is a post a day, but that is bullshit so let us just say ONE POST A WEEK.

Short and snappy. So, let it begin. Did I already mention I am not too fond of people?