It wasn’t me!

BH squashed spider

Slowly but surely the Bookshelf grows to a half-decent forty.  Although actually, the opposite is happening …

Each time I take a few books from my real shelves to add to the virtual one, they never seem to go back.  Laziness, mostly, but also a result of my flicking through and finding something interesting in an old bookmark – as a result, every room in the flat has a little pile of Shakespeariana whilst my shelves grow emptier and emptier …

I found this today in one of my books.  One of the hazards – especially as an arachnophobe – of buying most of your books second-hand.  That’s a particularly nasty dried squelch at the back end of the spider, I think.  It’s gone through two pages, giving them both pale tea-stains!

Not a chapter to be read in bed, then, in case the stowaway falls out and into my lap …

Author: Boar's Head, Eastcheap

Hyperactive English Teacher and Tutor; Shakespeare-obsessed 'Villainous abominable misleader of youth'; 'old white-bearded Satan'; Friend of the Orangutan

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