Spent the last few days going through the books that my grandmother wanted to throw out or sell to the newspaper guy, which belonged to either me and some of the other cousins over the years after the youngest cousins has had her pick of the lot over the weekend. The only books that are going to be pulped are the ones with (either) termite, bookworm or silverfish damage.
In the end, there were plenty of Enid Blytons, Agatha Christies and other odds and ends. Whatever that can be sold is in a Google spreadsheet; if interested please check it out here. The rest that are otherwise readable I'm gonna release at the OBCZ in 1U the next time I'm going there.
In other news, word on the street is that the price of petrol is going up 5 cents a litre tomorrow, so I'm staying put at home because I'm not in the mood to get caught in the mad lines that are bound to happen. Bollocks, I've put off fueling the Jeep too long. Oh well.
To all the people scoffing at the desperadoes queuing up at the petrol stations - five cents more per litre is still money, okay...!
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