Leave a bit for the wit?

As part of our quart to pint pot move we gave away immense numbers of books which had trailed around the world with us. 300 alone to Embra University -the nucleus one imagines of the Huttonian Memorial Library. As many to the Charity shops with the racier titles discreetly placed in the Oxfam bin outside Sir Morrisons (No, don't rush, that was some time ago)

Despite buying up most of IKEA we are still desperately short of bookshelf space. Every inch must be used:returning (for the antepenultimate time) from house clearing in the Old Manse, I noticed a tiny space in the smallest shelf of the narrowest bookcase-too thin for a Wisden, too short for a Penguin; then I found just the gap filler-it fitted easily: a slim volume indeed:

Scottish Wit and Wisdom

Sample from John Masters-(Page 86 a Wit or a Wisdom per alternate page)

'Join a Scottish Regiment, my boy. The Kilt is an unrivalled garment for fornication and diarrhoea'*

*But not simultaneously, one imagines-Blog-ed.


(John Masters was English, funnily enough-npi)

Labels: Moving house, Scottish Wit, Small House in Duns

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