I finally managed to take the bag of books that's been sitting around my room for ages to the charity shop today. Well, I tried to take it into work on Monday but I only got a few paces from the front door and the handles broke. Since I was already late by then, I took it back and left it for another day. I took it in yesterday, went down to the charity shop at lunch to find they'd randomly closed for lunch. I chose that charity shop of the many we have in town because it has a whole room for books.

But on the way back to work I passed another charity shop. Since I just want to get rid of these books I thought I'd drop them in there. But there was a woman trying to pay by card and the woman behind the till was getting herself in a mess with it and after a couple of minutes I decided I much preferred the idea of lunch. I could have gone to another charity shop, but I couldn't be bothered by that point. I ended up taking it to the original charity shop this lunchtime. The woman in there didn't really seem to care that I was giving them this donation. I almost don't know why I bothered.

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