Staircase bookcase
It’s still chaos at Frumplington Central as we continue slowly getting our new home redecorated. Meanwhile, we thought it best to remove our books from the living room, where they would be likely to get covered in dust, bits of old wallpaper and assorted other debris. The safest place, we decided, would be on the stairs. I guess, if you’re a bibliophile, like us, then this must be the stairway to heaven:
Trouble is, it takes us ages coming down to breakfast in the morning. There is an almost irresistible temptation to browse en route. Look at this lot though: that yucky peach paper has really got to go, hasn’t it? Wouldn’t have been our choice, that’s for sure. The sun, though, is ours, rescued from a life of obscurity in the depths of a Lincoln bric-a-brac shop a couple of years ago.
