Tuesday, August 23, 2005


Been clearing a couple of walls in preparation for damp-proof-painting, which involves the relocation of two large bookcases and associated tomes*. Apart from being vaguely alarmed at the thickness of the dust on some, and the greenish tinge on others (hence the damp-proofing), it was nice to go through the lot, just to handle them, and flick through books I'd not thought about in a while.

Had forgotten how many signed copies I've got - including The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman; The Eyre Affair, Jasper Fforde; The Gladys Society, Sandi Toksvig; Fingersmith, Sarah Waters; The River Cottage Year, Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall; Aftermath, Peter Robinson and The Hounds of the Morrigan, Pat O' Shea. I wonder if green mould adds character value....?

* Should you wish to confuse your cats at any point, rearranging furniture would appear to do the trick.


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