I was wandering up Backfold the other day, on the way to get a pig's ear from Country Supplies for Islay, when the lady from the Opticians stopped me. She had a sheaf of notes on her desk for all the people who were due for an eye test. "It'll save me popping down to post it through your letter box at lunchtime," she said. That's the sort of personal service you don't get in many places.
Outside, George was working on some of the shelves that had come out of Marijana's shop. New shelves, in a new arrangement, are being put up in the shop. "Are you expanding?" I asked.
"Paul Harris is," he said. Paul has Oxford House Books in Broad Street, and I'd seen him struggling with shelves the night before.
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