I' d be a bloody millionaire. Next man I met, another town trader, was beaming even more widely. A mighty summer, says he, rubbing his hands together. They are reading books by the acre, I can't keep the shelves stocked. Hardbacks, paperbacks, fiction, non-fiction, it's all walking out the door.
Bad weather is a great stimulant to reading.
If it keeps on raining like this I'm going to have to open an extension. And off he went, chuckling. In rapid succession, thereafter, I met traders who operate within the old walls of Ennis which are normally emptied out at this time of year by the golden attractions of the strands of Lahinch and Kilkee and Fanore. All were radiating joy. The man who sells umbrellas was especially joyous, saying that he had another container of brollies coming in for the August weekend.