To my great excitement, I worked out a way to fit yet another bookcase into my home. Then I had to wait several months for IKEA to admit they would deliver one to my postcode. It finally arrived this week and I spent a happy Saturday assembling it then arranging the contents.
The bookcase on which I was keeping spy stuff was in imminent danger of collapse, with overflow stacked on the floor, so I separated James Bond from Everything Else. This allowed me to tidy up the collection a bit, and to put the Saint, who's been hidden away for a few years, front and centre. (I've run the numbers and I am missing 12 Saint books, mostly the '70s and '80s ones that were more a team effort than 100% Leslie Charteris.)
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Yet, somehow, there are still stacks of books on the floor.