I bought myself a diary yesterday. One of those tasks that I always tend to leave until about half way through the year. It works out well that way anyway, as I often find a great discount now that the book is only half useful. So wandering into the store, I was delighted to find just the thing I wanted. A lovely A4 leather-bound diary with one week to the two open pages. Everything about it was great, until I discovered why something this good had not already disappeared. It was for the year 2001. Discounted from $25 to $10, it did not take away from the fact that this diary had been sitting around for four years on that same shelf. It seems that nothing goes to waste here. I have seen magazines from other eras still sitting on the shelves of newsagents. It is like going to the backorder store at times, where you can browse through every edition of a magazine for the last year or two. Cleptomaniac's paradise. So back to the diary. It was old, discounted, and very lovely. But old. Rather than go looking for one that was not old and was less lovely, I decided that I could use the dates in it anyway and went ahead and bought it. Thus I proved that hanging onto stuff for ridiculous amounts of time sometimes really does pay. But I am happy, and they are happy, and we both got something near to what we wanted. I wanted a diary for 2005, and got one for 2001. They wanted to sell it for $25 but at least got $10 for it. A happy medium. Just like a garage sale, but more convenient. Very cool really.