We should start a library business
So says Jack. We have a lot of books. I’m sitting in the living-room, surrounded by piles and piles and piles of them. All over the floor. Everywhere. I’m trying to sort through them and send some to the charity-shop and repair some which need repair and toss others which are beyond repair, but Velcro-Baby doesn’t make it easy. George, Freddy and Jack helped out for a while earlier, but it looks like I’m on my own for the rest of it.
I’m continuing to work my way through the house, clearing and sorting. I didn’t do much of this kind of thing while I was pregnant, and then after that – well, I wasn’t very functional for a while. Nobody else ever does thing like moving furniture to vacuum behind it, so the whole house was in serious need of attention (and much of it still is). We’ve pretty much finished with the bedrooms we started last weekend, and they’re looking good. Barney cleared his out this morning and I went in and did a proper cleaning job on it, but he is, as usual for Saturdays, out for the afternoon, so that project is temporarily halted. I’m waiting for the call to tell me what time he’ll need picked up from the railway station, and he and Scratchy plan to dismantle his cabin-bed this evening and replace it with a high-sleeper tomorrow. I posted the cabin-bed on freecycle yesterday evening; within an hour, I had ten requests for it. I freecycled a wardrobe this week too, although it took two attempts, as the only person to reply to the first attempt agreed to collect it on Wednesday at 7, then sent me a text-message at 6.10 to say he didn’t need it anymore. Guess who won’t be getting anything else I give away…
Jack has hurt his hand again – a different finger this time, and although it’s cut, swollen and hurting, he doesn’t remember how he did it. Toby knows exactly how he cut his lip though: he stood on one of the smaller piles of books, which slid out from under him – he landed face-first with a tooth in his lower lip. But it was minor, and he’s fully-recovered now.
Otherwise, a normal week. The usual activities for the boys – St John Ambulance, Beavers/Cubs/Scouts etc. On the way home from Scouts, Barney and George were discussing aliens. George decided it might have been bizarre if aliens had landed in ancient Rome: “the Romans might have said to them, ‘Are you from the gods?’ and the aliens might have said, ‘No, we’re from Jupiter’ – and then the ancient Romans would have said, ‘You are self-contradicting, Jupiter is king of the gods!’” Righto then.
Barney has plans to attend Air Cadet camp for a week this summer, having missed out last year when it was cancelled. Not that he mentioned these plans to me – oh no, the first I heard about it was when the woman who runs the group phoned to ask for his activity choices 
Just phoned Barney to ask if he was coming home today – he’s gone for dim sum again. Lucky so-and-so 
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No, you don’t get rid of books… you just buy more bookshelves!
We have around 3000, and some of our friends consider we DO have a library. There are at least thirty or forty books out on loan at any point… which is just as well, really, or we might need even more shelves!
The problem is, Sue, we don’t have room for any more bookshelves! There is no more usable wall-space, unless we lose the beds and sofas!
saw a bookcase stairway once….. seemed an excellent idea to me!
Yes, I’ve seen that too – I really like that idea. Not easy to convert out stairs though.
DS1 thought the alien conversation was very funny! I need to do my books. The trouble is I hate throwing them away which is why, given we have no space for any bookshelves at all, they are all either in boxes in the attic or threatening to engulf any passerby from the top of my drawers. Maybe one day I’ll do it!
I found I have had to be quite ruthless with our books as we just don’t have the space or any stairs lol. It’s something I always find quite painful as books tend to hold memories and times in our lives.