I love our Bookshop

I woke up really early this morning after dreaming of our Bookshop. It was filled with customers wanting to buy lots of different books. People were friendly, helping each other reaching out for the books on the top shelves. There was an elderly gentleman telling his grand daughter about a book he read as a young boy and he found it in our shop, this brought tears to his eyes and he held on to the book with great joy. It was a 180 euro for that Book. I know it cause I had just put a price in it before Covid 19.

In my dream I was packing books and chatting here and there about different authors. There was the smell of coffee in the air and the sun was shining through the windows. I was talking about my favorites, Iris Origo, Virginia Wolf, Bukowski and then the door opened and there stood Hemingway and Einstein.

They both wanted to come to the Bookshop where the world famous photographer spends his afternoons looking at books. I then woke up and knew that I must be really missing the shop. 

Our Bookshop has been here for 10 years and it seems like yesterday when we opened up and all these interesting people came flooding in. We did not know half of them.

The Photographer Ernest and Albert wanted to meet is John Minihane. He comes in to check out new photo books and he collects anything on Mary. The virgin Mary. He loves to tell me where he has been and I think he is the only person that can use the words me and I in one sentence. 
He is much loved in our house. And he loves my apple cake. 

I think this dream was showing me that it is time to get going. Having a break was good cause I don't really like humans but in the end I miss the quirkiness and the banter.