A strange day
I had strange day today - and one which I would not care to repeat. A quiet morning, followed my the usual trip to the warehouse - and then thought I'd stop off in Dulwich Park to release a few books. The park was strangely quiet. I don't mean that there weren't many people there - there were, the place was almost a busy as on the sunniest Sunday in July, but all those people seemed to be making very little noise. Even the children were quiet.
Later in the day, I popped down the road to leave a book on my favourite bench, only to find that there was a bookcrossing book there already! It was one I had registered and released almost three months ago. Someone must have taken it and then brought it back. They'd even kept the special waterproof bag! Unfortunately no journal entry though.
But the real down came when I got back home. My wedding ring came off as I was shaking my hands warm. I searched and searched to no avail. Rod and I spent almost an hour ploughing through the contents of bins in case it had fallen in, moving boxes in case it had slipped behind, and shoving furniture to look underneath. My knees ached after peering through the cracks in the floor boards with a bright torch to see if it had slipped through. I'm quite surprised just how upset I was about losing it. I'm not known as emotional, and Rod is Mr Philosophical himself, but I can tell you I was close to tears when the thing finally turned up, neating tucked between two books! Of course it would be.
