On Friday, I decided to go in and have a look. It is a large shop, full of large leather-bound books, things kept behind counters, and items I never knew existed, such as stamp rulers and tiny magnifying glasses. There were quite a few customers, some of whom looked slightly disfunctional. I was beside myself with excitement.
I saw a book for sale which valued tea cards and cigarette cards. I just bought a whole heap of Brooke Bond cards at a car boot sale recently, without knowing they were worth anything, and so this was a very exciting revelation.
I've convinced myself I'm now sitting on a small fortune (the cards seem to be worth between 20p and £10 each.) I only wish I'd scrabbled around harder at the car boot sale to pick up the cards which were at the bottom of her box.
I bought some flower stamps. This was one of my favourite lunchtime excursions in a long time. And I didn't even venture into their autographs/collectibles department... Surprisingly, when I went back to work, I asked my colleagues if they had ever been to the stamp shop, and none of them had. I wonder what they think of the crazy new girl...