Following on from Friday's post, I can report that I've now moved 300 books, sorted them, and got rid of around 100 so far - there will be more as I'm fairly getting into my stride and being quite ruthless/sensible, depending on your point of view, regarding what stays and what goes. Apart from the need to clear the study for the workmen who are coming this week, and the fact that, this lovely thought notwithstanding, I have far too many books to comfortably house, one motivating factor here was the realisation that, as it stands, my tbr 'pile' represents six to seven years' worth of reading, and given the current acquisition rate, things are out of hand.
While I was doing the sorting and looking forward to the help of a strong man to load the boxes into the car, etc., Mr. C. went to play cricket, threw himself after a ball (preventing the other team scoring four runs), landed heavily and tore a muscle in his side*. A visit to the minor injuries clinic at the hospital ensued, and he's been confined to light duties for the next little while, but the painkillers and rest are doing the trick and he's feeling a lot brighter this evening, despite the relative lack of sympathy from his otherwise loving family.
*That'll larn him.
The painting is Emmeline 'Nina' Mary Elizabeth Welby-Gregory (1867–1955), Mrs Henry John Cockayne-Cust, in the Library at Chancellor's House, Hyde Park Gate, London by Florence Seth.