matriarch
Rotund retiree
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Those of you who have been living on Mars for the last few weeks...nay months will be aware that I have been in the throws of selling up and moving on. A very traumatic operation for many reasons, most of which are irrelevant to this forum, so will be glossed over.
To cut a boring tale short, I have now moved into my own little hideaway, 2 minutes walk from the sea, in a small, but popular sailing town...a cosy cottage, perfect for one....or maybe two
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Stop sighing in the back there.........I'm getting to the point of this thread.
Space. Or lack of the same is my quandary. I have moved from an enormous, 4-bedroomed detached Victorian town house, with 3 sitting rooms, vast wall and shelf space, to a tiny, house with one small sitting room, one kitchen-diner, one bedroom, one bathroom, and an attic room which, when I have emptied the warehouse it currently contains, will become a spare bedroom/study.
Books. I have so many, still boxed and dying to be released to the air and my eyes and my shelves.
There you have the quandary. I simply do not have the room for all of my books.
What do I do?
What do I keep, what do I reject?
Books to me are like old faithful friends. Often, simply touching them brings me comfort, sooths me. I delight in scouring second hand bookshops for old Victorian issues of quite common books. More often than not, the mere touch, feel of their covers - suede, leather, reinforced card - will persuade me to buy them, irrespective of what is between those covers. Running my fingers over faded embossed titles, finding an old handwritten notation on the pages, a long-forgotten postcard or letter used as a bookmark. The brief taste of its history, as much appealing to me as the words themselves. (I said I was in reflective mood this evening).
Its going to break my heart to get rid of ANY of them, but the reality.........oh god, damn reality.
Suggestions people, I need suggestions.
No, I need hope.
HELP !!!!!
Mat
To cut a boring tale short, I have now moved into my own little hideaway, 2 minutes walk from the sea, in a small, but popular sailing town...a cosy cottage, perfect for one....or maybe two
.Stop sighing in the back there.........I'm getting to the point of this thread.
Space. Or lack of the same is my quandary. I have moved from an enormous, 4-bedroomed detached Victorian town house, with 3 sitting rooms, vast wall and shelf space, to a tiny, house with one small sitting room, one kitchen-diner, one bedroom, one bathroom, and an attic room which, when I have emptied the warehouse it currently contains, will become a spare bedroom/study.
Books. I have so many, still boxed and dying to be released to the air and my eyes and my shelves.
There you have the quandary. I simply do not have the room for all of my books.
What do I do?
What do I keep, what do I reject?
Books to me are like old faithful friends. Often, simply touching them brings me comfort, sooths me. I delight in scouring second hand bookshops for old Victorian issues of quite common books. More often than not, the mere touch, feel of their covers - suede, leather, reinforced card - will persuade me to buy them, irrespective of what is between those covers. Running my fingers over faded embossed titles, finding an old handwritten notation on the pages, a long-forgotten postcard or letter used as a bookmark. The brief taste of its history, as much appealing to me as the words themselves. (I said I was in reflective mood this evening).
Its going to break my heart to get rid of ANY of them, but the reality.........oh god, damn reality.
Suggestions people, I need suggestions.
No, I need hope.
HELP !!!!!
Mat
