Bookcases and Nutcases

I have a new love, ladies and gentlemen…but we’ll get to that in a minute.

My weekend was pretty great, if a little full. I was already exhausted by Saturday night. Not that I’d done anything too strenuous, but I hadn’t had my Saturday morning lie in. And I need my lie in people. But getting up was worth it. Saturday was the fourth annual London bookswap. Lots of friends (internet and real life) get together to swap their unwanted books (people come all the way from Scotland!). And we have lunch and eat cakes. It’s lovely. There were lots of us this time and so squeezing around a table heaving with books wasn’t easy. There are rules so people don’t just stand by the best spot the whole time. Everyone gets a fair shot. I came away with six, which is a bit of a record for me, as usually I leave with way more than I brought. I went home feeling sleepy but also buzzing from an overdose of sugar.

On Sunday I got to spend time with a beautiful baby girl. She’s brand new (well, a week) and gorgeous and tiny and I got to have cuddles, which fills my baby fix quota for a while.

OK, now we come to the love. Don’t judge me when I tell you it’s an inanimate object. It’s a bookcase. Yes, I know it’s pretty crazy to be so happy over a bookcase. But you don’t get it, these are my books! And they were sitting on the floor! And shoved in a corner. That’s just not right. They need to be looked after. And so now, instead of looking like this:

My shelves are ordered loveliness:

And instead of my drawers heaving under all their crap:

They are tidy and crap-free:

All I need to do now is put my new lampshade up, and I’m done. My room looks very nice and organised, and it’s stopped making me feel twitchy. I can stand mess to a point, and then it’s got to go!