I lost my bid for the D. E. Stevenson book, “Mrs. Tim Carries On” on eBay this morning. I have all the other’s in the series that cover quiet Mrs. Tim’s adventures before, during, and after WWII. This book was based on Stevenson’s actual diaries as an officer’s wife.
While prices of the other volumes in the series run about fifteen dollars on eBay, Alibris, and Abe Books, “Mrs. Tim Carriers On” starts at fifty and goes well into the two hundred range. I can only guess why, but I’m not paying fifty bucks for an ex-library book with heavy use and broken spine. You can hear me growl.
The heavy humidity in the air is encouraging my molds to grow. I walked into the bedroom last night after it had been sealed up all day to be confronted by a wall of mold. It might be the furniture…it was all growing a gentle grey mold at the moldy big house, but it’s probably the books. Right now I’m not having a mold hunt, but if I find the guilty party whatever it is will be dead.
The new “Mrs. Tim Carries On” won’t have any mold. Once I find it, I will isolate it from the rest of the house. I’m still growling.
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