Write, time to get rid of (some of) these books

If you, too, have a predatory Amazon seller in your family, you will no doubt be familiar with the following exchange:

Amazon seller: You have so many books. Have you read them all?
Book lover: No
Amazon seller: Why don't you get rid of some of them? You could sell
them, make a bit of money.
Book lover: Sell my books?! Are you insane, wumman?

Amazon seller: What? When was the last time you read... [looking around trying to find just one example out of hundreds]... Ulysses?
Book lover: Uni.
Amazon seller: Have you read it since?

Book lover: No

Amazon seller: Why do you still have it then?

Book lover: I don't know. I may read it again, I may lend it to someone.

Repeat ad nauseum until...

Amazon seller: Ok, what about this copy of To the Lighthouse? I thought you hated Virginia Woolf.

Book lover: I do! You can have that one. I didn't realise that was in there.

It's nice to let them win occasionally

[Love you, Mum xx]

Inspired by St Mary's

Just back from an exhibition of quilts at St Mary's Cathedral at the West End. Each one has been inspired by some element of the church.

All very pretty, and in a beautiful setting.

Get out in the Garden

I'm having one of those days when I look around the flat and feel ever so slightly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of STUFF strewn across the floor, the sofa, the dining table, the bed, the kitchen worktops, the bed in the spare bedroom, the floor in the spare bedroom, and distinctly underwhelmed by the prospect of straightening things up. I just tidied yesterday. Where does it all come from?
Adding to the mess are the pots of earth full of seedlings. Spring has sprung! It always seems a good idea about January/February but by the end of March, I can guarantee that I will have knocked over at least three out of the ten trays. (I have a good vacuum cleaner, it's ok); the inch of soil permanently buried under my finger nails stops giving the impression of an outdoors-y, fun-lovin gal and starts growing vegetation of its own; and the trail of water from sink to windowsill becomes more moat-like as I get sloppier.
Thankfully, it's almost time to get these little guys out of the flat and into the back garden and then the real fun begins! Eating vegetables you've grown from seed, is there anything better? (Well, no doubt there is, but in this context...)