One door closes, another opens . . .

Libraries actually. not doors. Our village library is due to be closed by the council at the end of this month, to our appalled consternation, so a gang of us villagers have come up with a business plan for a community library to be run by us. We have had lots of indications of support, and next Wednesday is crunch day, when we need people to commit to giving money / joining a staffing rota / being on the committee. Preferably all three. I mean to be voted onto the committee - wish me luck.

Meanwhile, ironically, the shelving for our library has been delivered, and before it is actually installed Jeremy and I are oiling it. (When we first saw this house there were two small rooms we knew would, on being knocked together, make a lovely grown-up hideaway.) Finally its starting to take shape, but both J and I are uncomfortably sticky from the teak oil and very headachy from the fumes. It will be beautiful, of course, and I am so looking forward to unpacking all our books some of which I won't have seen for years.

I promised Jeremy that we absolutely would not have more books than we have space for, but looking at the quantity of shelving, it occurs to me that maybe, just maybe, we may not have enough books to fill them! What a delightful thought!