Sunday, 1 March 2009
An old read.
My friend Jack is a good egg and a decent fellow. When we were in the pub yesterday watching Ireland edge England by one point, he handed me a gift. Jack had been to a book fair held not far from here; indeed he invited me along to it at the time but I had a training course that morning.
Jack picked up this book for me. It is a copy of The Book of Common Prayer; nothing terribly rare about it but its interest lies in its antiquity. There is a name scribbled in it and the year 1915. Someone had this on their bookshelf 94 years ago and I like the thought of that. The book is leather bound and smells old and experienced. It's a pleasant thing to own.