It's a really weird yet cool feeling to get this letter. It's addressed to Woolfson & Tay and someone has written 'Bookshop' across the top of it. God bless the folks at the management office; they now know us on sight. Whoever wrote 'Bookshop' across the top of this envelope certainly knows about our plans.
I open it. Secretly, I almost wish it is from someone in the area, I don't know why. But it's from the bank. Sigh.... I remember telling the nice lady we opened our new business account with that our correspondence address for now should not be at the square as we have yet to do our fit-out and move in, but whadd'ya know - typical!
Nevertheless, I get a tingly sensation - a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Feels like a milestone. Like I should pinch myself. This is happening. It's real. We're on our way. Slowly but surely. It feels as if we have been roaming the streets around Bermondsey for too long now, looking in from the periphery. This innocuous letter signals somehow that we have staked our claim and announced our arrival. Or maybe I'm just too melodramatic for my own good. Maybe I'm just tired; it's been a loooooong week. - Fran
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