More Than Enough

Spent five hours of the day cleaning all the books, magazines and bookshelves in the Hall and worked up quite a sweat in the process. Tried to play some music in the background - the Kinks' Arthur since you ask - but gave up as the vacuum cleaner was so loud. As usual felt slightly guilty over owning so much that is likely never to be read again. As usual developed absurd fantasies about making the time to read it all at least once more. Unusually started to develop genuine ideas about how to give some of the stuff away to those who might enjoy it.