grimmerupnorth

I have spent the past few days worrying I might have swine flu. I don't think I have as it happens but it's certainly been a pig of a summer. Rain for four weeks solid in Hebden Bridge with no sign of a let-up and my commiserations to the Hebden Bridge cricket club whose annual bash was rained off for the second Saturday in a row.
I spent most of today, not perusing the papers from my sickbed, but ploughing through my considerable book collection deciding which ones might be sale-able on ABE books and listing them on a database. As I have hundreds of books I will never read again, and spend a lot of my time mooching round HB's many charity shops it seems a worthwhile venture. And far more profitable than churning out film and book reviews for Ciao, as my nephew advised with the best of intentions, with the splendid result I've earned less than £3 in three weeks ( average payment is about 10pence per review) from my labours.
Still, it's all a bit of a learning curve. And things, as someone once reckoned, can only get better.