Books oh how i hate books!!!!!!!!

Ok I promised an explanation for my dislike at the present time of books and all things related to books!

Paul loves books, in fact he has enough to fill the British Library..

So let's set the scene first

The house we were renting was up an very steep and dodgy set of steps

Paul had to go to a work appointment on Wednesday leaving me to pack up his books in the office

Listen carefully - now this bit is critical to the story!

This is about 1 third of his collection that i know about!!!!! (again this is a key statement!!)

Part 1 of the story

Anyway 2 hours and 12 boxes later one bookcase is empty. I stand back and look at my achievements, even pick up the odd book and have a look. At this time my mood is mellow......

I go make myself a cup of tea

I go have a shower..

I read the paper for 10 mins while drinking my tea...

So all fresh and clean and full of good spirits I start the process of relocating the boxes to the halfway point of the basement (this is only 14 stairs out of the whole 35 or so)

Part 2 of the story

And from there on the mood starts to blacken in conjunction with the pain in my back and butt cheeks from hoiking these poxy bleeding books!

Paul rings and asks with the usual optimism 'Hi love, how are things?'


(Not the best question to ask a pyschotic english female (wingeing POM for any antipodeans reading) at that point)

I cannot publish my reply! Needless to say i was not a little ray of sunshine at this point. And where books were likely to be strategically placed is up to your own imagination, but i am sure you get the picture.

I happened to mention to Paul on his arrival back that he is lucky i was not outside ceremoniously burning these poxy books as it was so tempting..

Part 3 of the story

We get over this event by the following:

An understanding of the situation (Paul, in that he has a lot of books)

A lot of cursing swearing and stamping of feet (me - to get point across)

The promise of fish and chips (both).

And so we seperate amicably with me coming home to rescue the dogs (don't tell the RSPCA but home alone for 9 hours!!)

I have to say the mood improved dramatically with a spot of tidying up, putting stuff away collected from old house, a glass of wine and the sport of fire fighter watching for half an hour.

And very important too, by Paul packing up other remaining books etc in the basement, dropping stuff off at the charity shop and coming back with the fish and chips

Part 4 of the story

Yesterday we are still on the issue of books!

As we will need bookcases, upon bookcases upon bookcases, and we might not have a spare room after all.

In my defence i have all along said that one wall of the spare room could be bookcases, but they had to be 'in keeping' with the decor of the rest of the house especially as it would be a) our office and b) the guest bedroom too, so needs to be tidy etc. Fair i feel!

So we tramped around furniture shops looking for bookcases and none were big enough to accomodate the quantity of books, however we found some MDF monstrosities that potentially could be made to look half decent, so bearing those in mind.

However, and this is ground breaking news - Over a Chai Latte in Mega Mitre 10 (like Homebase) we also reached a point in our negotiations about the bookcases, on how many and once they were full it was one book in and one book goes out! oh and it was his zone and i wasnt allow near them, ('suits me fine' i said!) we actually shook hands on this one!


Part 5 of the story

We were still discussing books and bookcases when we woke up this morning!

Last night i dreamt that i came home one evening and books had taken over the house literally !!!! It is a realistic fear!!!