Amazon one-click ordering will be the ruination of my bank account; see it, want it, click it, got it. that's exactly how it works on the Kindle. Less than a minute and you can start reading.
Even more joyful is the sound of a heavy parcel thunking onto the floor seconds after you hear the postman's (post woman's, actually) footsteps on the path.
My latest acquisition cost mere pence, plus rather a lot of postage; an out-of-print book of children's poetry called "Tom Tiddler's Ground", selected and annotated by Walter de la Mare. Furthermore, it comes almost guilt-free, as I bought it from a seller called "interserve" which turns out to be a Christian charity working to improve the lot of people all over the world.
Housework, gardening, all those things I am supposed to be doing are now falling by the wayside. I'm busy. Reading.
There was a monkey climbed up a tree, when he fell down, then down fell he.
There was a crow sat on a stone, when he was gone, then there was none.
There was an old wife did eat an apple, when she'd eat two, she'd eat a couple.
There was a horse a-going to the mill, when he went on, he stood not still.
There was a butcher cut his thumb, when it did bleed, the blood did come.
There was a lackey ran a race, when he ran fast, he ran apace.
There was a cobbler clouting shoon, when they were mended, they were done.
There was a chandler making candle, when he them strip, he did them handle.
There was a navy went into Spain, when it returned, it came again.
Brilliantly set as a song by Benjamin Britten in "Friday Afternoons"