the plumber has a corner shop. My mum says he looks like a respectable plumber, and he certainly doesn’t look like a tit-feeling creep but you never know with my luck. Anyway, he’s retiring in December. I thought I would ask my boss if I can have his shop as an office and then turn it into a bookshop (not simultaneously, although there could be a bit of grey area).
It’s on a main crossroads, although this isn’t exactly ‘main’ cos Paris-place set those standards pretty high, it would do. I could so see myself walking down three doors and having a bookshop in the sun.
People I’ve met so far have all been so nice and unrude. I would like them to come to my bookshop, even if they are not poets or philosophers. So far, I like living here, and I think it would strongly benefit from me having a bilingual bookshop café.
So there’s a plan.
