When I die, please scatter my ashes in the Oxfam bookshop.
As it really is one of my favourite places in Aberdeen. Although, it seems likely I will then just be vacuumed up by a rather put-out staff member, who certainly didn’t volunteer with these sorts of goings-on in mind. So, maybe they could just pop my urn on a shelf somewhere.
Yesterday I got a lovely copy of Elizabeth Gaskell’s Cranford.
The cover has a faded section, but otherwise it is in very good condition for something printed in 1927. And best of all, it has quirky illustrations. And all for £2.99. And that is why the Oxfam bookshop is one of the happiest places on earth.
This is my favourite, as the chapter number is incorporated into the needlework hanging on the wall.