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desperanceY'know, I was pleased on Monday when the workiepeople turned up out of the blue and said "No, no, no need to move the bookcase, we can work around that..."
And lo, they did work around it: they ripped out the door-frame and plaster that it practically abutted against without shifting itself an iota. And I was pleased.
Until now, when I am rediscovering what in fact I already knew: viz, how filthy building-work is. If they had given me the notice that they promised, I would have moved the bookcase before they came, and my books (the SF hardbacks, case one) would not now be covered with builders' dust and ancient plaster and general crap. Sigh.
Still. It's no use expecting me to keep books in good condition; I cannot do it. Stuff happens. Mostly to the valuable ones, I find.
This morning's revised plan:
Drink coffee
Make bread (in progress)
Do laundry (in progress)
Shift books (in progress)
Listen to David Bowie (in progress)
Drink more coffee
That's enough, for now.
And lo, they did work around it: they ripped out the door-frame and plaster that it practically abutted against without shifting itself an iota. And I was pleased.
Until now, when I am rediscovering what in fact I already knew: viz, how filthy building-work is. If they had given me the notice that they promised, I would have moved the bookcase before they came, and my books (the SF hardbacks, case one) would not now be covered with builders' dust and ancient plaster and general crap. Sigh.
Still. It's no use expecting me to keep books in good condition; I cannot do it. Stuff happens. Mostly to the valuable ones, I find.
This morning's revised plan:
Make bread (in progress)
Do laundry (in progress)
Shift books (in progress)
Listen to David Bowie (in progress)
Drink more coffee
That's enough, for now.