It's never a good idea to leave me unsupervised in a bookshop. Actually, I probably shouldn't be left unsupervised at all, but that's a separate blog post. Yarn shops are OK because I'm that weirdo who isn't into stash, but bookshops are another matter. I certainly shouldn't be allowed in the sort of bookshop that sells this sort of thing:- Both of these were published in 1972* which also happens to be the year of my birth. Please, no comments about which of us has aged better and Continue Reading