Buying a rather gorgeous Kitchen Aid mixer recently has moved precision engineering into my kitchen and my recipe books out of it. There's no way I would hide such a thing of beauty in a cupboard, but a solution had to be found for the books. Immediately, I set about removing two shelves of paperback novels from the Billy bookcase in our dining room to make room for Delia, Jamie, Nigel, Nigella and friends. However, I could not discard the paperbacks without knowing that I had read them all; rather ashamed of the fact that I ought to have read some of them, like Catch 22, a long time ago! So they are sitting in a cardboard box and a hessian bag awaiting removal to the charity shop AFTER I have read them. It's a very mixed bag. Some I have had for years, and their covers are like old friends. Others have been passed on to me by real friends. What they have in common is that I feel I would be missing something were I simply to bundle them into the boot of my car and distribute them around the charity shops in town. That something might be noble, or uplifting, or simply the possibility of a good laugh. Maybe in a really good novel it could be all three?
So, here I am at the start of a long Summer holiday from my job as a teaching assistant, hoping that by the end of August I will be well-read, better informed, finely attuned to the human condition, and living in a tidier house! Now, where to begin........cardboard box, or hessian bag? Watch this space!
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