I had this dream last night where for some odd reason I was on holiday in this seaside cottage, opened the door and I was in the town centre of a very wet and rainy Southport. To avoid disappointment I told davem we'd at least go and have a look at Broadhurst's bookshop and told him he was bound to find some old tome that he just had to buy. However we got there and instead of being this Victorian building with little rooms, stuffed four storeys high with dusty old second hand books, some chain had bought it up and had turned it into a horrible 'open plan' modern style bookshop on just two storeys. It had no old books any more, and no fireplace to sit in front of, nor did they wrap your books in brown paper and string but stuck them in a carrier bag. In my dream I came on the Downs and begged Mr Hookbill to take the train forthwith to Southport and make sure my nightmare had not come true!!!
And then guess what...I suppose this is just the same thing?!
