I’m just going to get a book. I may be some time.
Due to a few recent upheavals and alterations to our usually steady routine, we have recently had to reshelve all our books. They will be arranged in a more orderly fashion at some later date. But as of now there are some interesting, not to say startling, juxtapositions. One of which, as far as I recall, is Roget’s Thesaurus being next to The Little Book of Farting.
Or, as it’s next to Roget, maybe it should be renamed The Little Book of Farting, Crepitation and Breaking Wind.
Whatever happens, next time I go to find something to read I’m going to be a bit more careful than usual. Don’t want to get trapped behind the bookcase, do I? Best perhaps to let someone (ie, Shana) know where I’m going, just in case she has to send for the avid reader’s version of a search party.
Chris