Guess what? Sandie has sent me her address. I have finally run out of excuses not to pass on this book. She could at least have the decency to show some remorse at stealing it away from me. But no, she seems far too happy to be getting it. So I've had once last look through it, and put it in it's envelope and tomorrow I will be dragging my feet along to the post office to send it off. There may be a slight tug of war over the counter as the post mistress tries to prise it from my hands and put it in the postman's sack for collection. There may be some pouting and stomping and 'it's not fair' business going on.
The post office also has a sweet counter. I may need to stock up on chocolate as consolation to get me through the sadness of seeing the gap in my bookcase where the book used to be. If I put weight on this week, I hold Sandie personally responsible.