It’s been half a year, but worth it. Builders have almost, but not quite, gutted the house. In no particular order roofs have been renewed, ceilings repaired, the cellar made safe, façades re-rendered, replacement doors fitted, rotten windows replaced, new floors laid and new rooms created. Dust somehow magically re-appears and is not-so-magically removed, over and over again. I’m sure you’re all familiar with this, whether to a greater or lesser extent.
And now the good news: the builders have left the building. Barring odd hiccups the house is now ours. ‘Normal’ life can slowly be resumed. And I can start to catch up with what I’ve been missing in the blogosphere and to reduce the until now neglected pile of bedside books.
So, here’s a glimpse of what every bibliophile needs: a nook in which to curl up with a good book, with a view to periodically look out at. Plus, a promise to speedily renew acquaintances. (And more infinitives to casually split.)