There’s nothing better than a bookish surprise, and I had one just before I left Liverpool. My last ever parcel in that house (I’m trying not to be overly emotional about these things, but I got a bit teary when I realised I’d done my last ever clothes wash in the house, don’t ask), but it definitely put a smile on my face after what was a excited but sad week.
My lovely friend sent me my birthday present and it was every book-lovers dream. She got me Ali Smith’s Autumn, which I have been wanting to read for a while, particularly when the Waterstones autumn displays have been trying to tempt me into buying it. It’s like she read my mind. Not only that she got me some lovely little bookish pins and a Moomin calendar. If anyone knows me, they will know how much I love the Moomins (Exhibit A, the soft toy in this picture). I haven’t set out to collect Moomins, but now that I have some pyjamas, cups, a decanter, a make-up bag and a soft toy, I think it’s hard for me to deny that I have a slight obsession.
They were the perfect presents.