Snagged two scrumptuous books from Salvo. Dad came to pick me up, which I wasn’t expecting but was greatly appreciated, as my shoes had given me three (four, I’d missed one) blisters by the time I’d walked there. He saw which isle I was sandwiched in and seemed a mite exasperated. Which reminds me, s’past time to cull my books again. Damned depressing, it is.