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All my books are on shelves (not neccessarily in the right order yet.) Books! Books! The house looks like a proper home now it's all lined with shelves. A subliminal Reek of Wrongness (OMT) has been deodourised.

I was nearly late this morning just from wandering round happily looking at all the nice rows, and just putting a few serieses in the right order, and just reading the first para of a couple of things. I haven't had them all together for, blimey, nearly ten years? And for the last, ooh, six? half of them have been in boxes. Now they aren't! My books, my own lovely books, my external brain- I can find them, I can read them, I can weed out the embarrassingly high numbers of duplicates! I even have... dun dun dun... expansion space. Mwahahaha!!!! {/manic librarian Gollum}

Chaucer rocketh on.
JESU ME by Dame Julian of Norwich

Hethen slaye yow;
Ovens are hotte;
Inquisitores flaye yow;
And plague-sik haue snotte.
Abbesses growe fatter;
Prechours moote wirche,
Pilgrims oft chatter:
Wall me in a chirche!