Bibliophilia or bibliophilism is the love of books, and a bibliophile is an individual who loves books.
Too many books on the go. Too many different genres. I can’t tell if I’m deep and dark or light and creamy, like frosting. With sprinkles. What a problem to have! I had a massive blitz at work today and tidied and organised like a demon, boxing up five boxes of books for Oxfam to collect. I only had one colleague in the office to terrify with my whirling dervishness today and she wanted to hire me to do the same in her house! It’s been a trend recently. Massive amounts of sorting and shedding and de-cluttering. And schvitzing, because it is finally summer, but English-style. Pure humid in London.
I rode the wave of hyper-tidying and weeded the garden, sorted out the sweet peas, trimmed the honeysuckle (damn, it smells good!) and totally eviscerated the creeping ivy which was threatening to take over my solar twinkly lights. I have earned my chill time this weekend!
Tomorrow is the Queen’s 90th birthday celebration, and I have to say, despite not being a monarchist, I’m excited about the change in topic in the news. I’m sick of talking, hearing, discussing, analysing and fuming over Brexit. For my non-European followers, the UK is holding a referendum on whether to leave the EU and become a lone wolf in the North Sea. Voting happens on 23 June. The entire country is agog. It’s incredibly stressful as I don’t get to vote in this referendum, but a Leave result could mean that my family and I have to make some very tough choices eventually. I am staunchly European and despite its many flaws, I believe we are better in the Union than out. Enough said.
Back to the Queen’s party – how lucky are we to live in London at this time, and share in the jubilation? She’s an epic lady, and I am going to raise a glass to her tomorrow, along with the entire nation. I’m going to disregard the hundreds of extra police people patrolling the streets, the barricades and cordons, and blithely run on the assumption that the events will go off with nary a hitch.
And last, but certainly not least, to guarantee a memorable weekend, Breton Bestie is whooshing over from Paris for the weekend. Fantastique!
So, what do you think? Are you in or out? Could I make a living being a declutterer / organiser? How hot is too hot?