Saturday, 7 August 2010
My goodness, it's boring packing up a house. I keep getting distracted by the things I am unearthing from the loft. I have kept pretty much ALL of my lecture notes from my zoology degree (fascinating but bulky), and EVERY sketchbook I've ever laid a pencil in, which in some cases means just two pages of a very fat and shamefully blank book. I should be shot.
And the books! There is some utter dross there amongst the Dostoevsky (OK, OK, I haven't read that one) and Dickens, but I want to keep most of it. Oh, what to do?