When I first started selling books nearly 15 years ago, I went to an auction with the intention of buying a small lot which included a nice copy of Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway. If you’ve never been to an auction, let me tell you, they go on FOREVER. Being a bit of a rookie, I got bored and went out for a coffee – but I misjudged my timing and came back in as my lot was going through. A bit ruffled I joined in the bidding, and as the hammer went down the auctioneer said ‘Madam I am glad he found a good home’ (Auctioneers in the Home Counties honestly do still call women Madam). Confused I went to the desk and found out that I had actually bought a lovely old teddy bear and not a small collection of books. It transpired that my Virginia Woolf book had actually been stolen from the auction, and the lot had been withdrawn. The teddy though I still have, and he has happily lived with us as our mascot ever since – his name – YesterBear – cute huh?