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sollersTo put things in perspective, I live in a four roomed house with a bathroom built onto the back. For various reasons in the course of the last year, three of those rooms have had to be tidy - the front bedroom because that's where I work and so has to be checked for Health and Safety by my boss, the kitchen and the front room because that is where I was filmed and photographed for The Documentary.
Anyone who knows me IRL can guess what that meant in terms of my bedroom. Toby and I have been playing "tiptoe through the tulips" to get to the bed, and there have been times when I have been sorely tempted to take the double sleeping bag downstairs and open up the sofa bed (What stopped me? The fact that the double sleeping bag was somewhere in my bedroom).
I have now reached the stage where I have time to do something permanent about the bedroom. I decided to start gently, by sorting out two boxes that appeared to contain books. They did. Books that I had been looking for for some time. There is now a little pile of fiction for me to read over the next few weeks, a big pile of fiction to be shelved (some of it on the "Books in Foreign" shelves), a pile of non-fiction that went straight into the front bedroom aka the Study, and a pile that came STRAIGHT DOWNSTAIRS.
These include:
Donald A Mackenzie "Teutonic Myth and Legend", lovely binding, so old a retelling that the book doesn't even have a publication date.
Robert Brentano (ed) "The Early Middle Ages 500-1000" (old but still useful)
The Everyman edition of Anglo-Saxon Poetry with a whole big section on charms
And now for the squees:
J.J. Evans "Diarhebion Cymraeg". Far, far more proverbs than I have been able to find online.
Edmund Southworth (ed) "Anglo-Saxon Cemeteries: A Reappraisal".
And the downside of this? How much more work am I going to do on the bedroom this weekend with all these lovely books to re-read?
Anyone who knows me IRL can guess what that meant in terms of my bedroom. Toby and I have been playing "tiptoe through the tulips" to get to the bed, and there have been times when I have been sorely tempted to take the double sleeping bag downstairs and open up the sofa bed (What stopped me? The fact that the double sleeping bag was somewhere in my bedroom).
I have now reached the stage where I have time to do something permanent about the bedroom. I decided to start gently, by sorting out two boxes that appeared to contain books. They did. Books that I had been looking for for some time. There is now a little pile of fiction for me to read over the next few weeks, a big pile of fiction to be shelved (some of it on the "Books in Foreign" shelves), a pile of non-fiction that went straight into the front bedroom aka the Study, and a pile that came STRAIGHT DOWNSTAIRS.
These include:
Donald A Mackenzie "Teutonic Myth and Legend", lovely binding, so old a retelling that the book doesn't even have a publication date.
Robert Brentano (ed) "The Early Middle Ages 500-1000" (old but still useful)
The Everyman edition of Anglo-Saxon Poetry with a whole big section on charms
And now for the squees:
J.J. Evans "Diarhebion Cymraeg". Far, far more proverbs than I have been able to find online.
Edmund Southworth (ed) "Anglo-Saxon Cemeteries: A Reappraisal".
And the downside of this? How much more work am I going to do on the bedroom this weekend with all these lovely books to re-read?
