Actually started a little bit of revision today. W00t! Got slightly overwhelmed by the amount of material to try and encode into my brain, but there's not point in freaking about it. Just need to get it done.
Spent a while this afternoon sorting out all of our books. Since we moved in, 6 years ago, we've had half of our books in boxes in the attic as we didn't have space for them. Finally, we got some more bookcases and today we managed, at last, to put all of our books on shelves.
I had a happy time making sure they were all in alphabeticaly order and there are some interesting juxtapositions -
matociquala is next to Tony Benn (with a slim Samuel Beckett in between) - I think they'd enjoy a very nice pot of tea; there is an entire shelf of Monettes - Paul and Sarah, Samuel Richardson is next to J K Rowling, neither of whom are strangers to very long books with irksome characters, and Irvine Welsh is snuggled next to Jeanette Winterson - I give them five minutes before they come to blows.
Annoyingly, I still can't locate my copy of Good Omens and suspect I will have to buy a new one. But there are some titles there that I'd forgotten I even owned, so today's work has been a job well done.