The people you meet
This is why I occasionally find it difficult talking to my work colleague. The other day she got a book in the mail from Book Depository and was all excited about it, and I too get excited about books so I asked her what it was: Treasure Islands: tax havens and the men who stole the world. Seriously, I think that’s one book you’d have to pay me to read. I'm just not interested. And my other work colleague, who came along to the Faithful Writer conference with me the other year, left here yesterday. She recently went to San Francisco to do a course in hypnotherapy, as people do, and now she’s opening her own business (she’s invited me along to the Opening Day at the centre she's establishing for various therapeutic and artistic pursuits, which could be interesting!). She gave me a cute knitted thing from San Francisco, and I gave her some crochet. It’s a shame she’s gone, because she wrote poetry and didn’t read books about tax evasion. But, people don't cross our paths by accident ...