I try not to miss things that have gone. People I loved have died and I try to celebrate who they were and what I knew, rather than what I might miss. In a much less serious, but still sad development, I lost my favourite shop recently. Borders was the place I went to think, drink coffee, buy slightly overpriced books and play chess. It was my club.

The Oxford store had a personality which I didn't feel in any other branch. The staff were personable and individual and I'll miss them as much as I'll miss having somewhere to go for a drink in the evening that wasn't full of folk drinking booze.

In my ideal world I would have saved this shop somehow.


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