Shelf-life

Today, crisp white shelves arrived. A 4-metre expanse of them, installed in the hall, ready to receive the ridiculous amount of books we've carted around the world for the last 15 years. I am happy. I may not read 90% of them again, but they are there, comforting, ready to reference & browse. So that's the last of our boxes unpacked. I can now say, properly, that we have a home.