I spent Monday morning patiently waiting for a call about an important delivery, 2000 copies of my book to be lugged upstairs into our storage cupboard for me to sell/deliver over the coming months (self publishing is no joke, would you like to hear more about it?). Unlike the two previous shipments this one went smoothly and we created a little chain to pass the 100 boxes into the elevator, then as a reward for the hard work mum and I slipped down to Briezh Café for one last crêpe before her flight back home to Australia, suitcase overweight with little books.
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