I have been storing some of my books under the communal stairs where I live – packed in boxes and tucked away – this was mainly to make getting them to market easier. Yesterday the whole lot disappeared, along with a trolley – presumed stolen. Probably about 300 books, though that’s a guess. I was heartbroken, needless to say, even though I knew it was a risk; the building should be secure, though the door does sometimes get left open, and various people do come in and out.
I had just heard about that (I was at work) when an email came through with the tenancy agreement for the shop attached – one minor detail to change, which this morning the landlord has said is fine, but I should now be able to sign it very soon. Tenancy due to start on 10 June – that’s Monday!
In the wake of the disappearance of the books, a friend called on all her Facebook friends in Kenilworth, and I now have the promise of lots more books…truly community in action. I have decided not to bother the police or do anything further; last night I was mostly upset about the theft, this morning I am mostly excited about the lease!
I have also been offered lots of furniture for the shop, and a few people have volunteered their time when the shop opens, so there are definitely more positives to focus on than negatives.
But if you do see someone selling books at a car boot sale, and the books have this stamp in the front:
…do take a note of the car registration details and let me know! Would love to know where they are…
And hey…I have a shop! It’s the former Cats Protection shop at Abbey End – fantastic location, lovely big space for events, and while it’s a temporary lease due to the fact that the site is going to be redeveloped at some point, it’s perfect as a starting place for the Tree House. Could be there six months, could be there longer! I have a one-year lease in the first instance, subject to notice when the redevelopment goes ahead.
That has to be something worth focusing on – I’m angry and upset about the disappearance of my books (and my new trolley!), but the excitement about moving forwards is much stronger! And I’m glad I hadn’t moved any more stock downstairs – suddenly weeks of tripping over boxes and bags and living in general chaos doesn’t seem so bad…
(The blog post title is a Bob Dylan album title, in case you were wondering!)