However this isn't the Fludd i'm talking about today.
Because this Saturday we had a FLOOD. Not just a leak (we've had lots of those before, as our roof is a bit shite), but a big old flood.
There we were in our small, relatively dry bookshop when a mini tsunami appeared from the 2nd hand book corner. It was a shock. It didn't stop either and continued to pump out gallon after gallon of unpleasant smelling water.
Ten minutes later, after we'd removed bookcases and books from the area in question, we were confronted with this.
The brown thing on the floor looks like a poorly constructed robot with no arms.
We lost a few hundred quids worth of books and the emergency plumber (who was brilliant btw) cost us another couple of hundred. Bugger.
we're getting back to normality and apart from a squelchy green carpet and a slightly damp smell, things are OK.
I guess this is the kind of thing that exemplifies the title of this blog really.
La la la. (these are my happy noises).
If there is a preacher called Fludd out there who fancies visiting Wood Green any time soon, that'd be great. x
2 comments:
A flood in a bookshop, isn’t that the first sign of an apocalypse? Or is that exploding sheep? Either way nooooooooooooooo!!! Soggy books :(
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