About two months ago, we bought some new shelf things for the living room, each one made up of 40cm x 40cm cubes. This was in addition to the 4×4 (cubes) shelf unit we had already, in total we now have 40 of these 40x40cm cube units.
When we only had the 4×4 (so 16 units) I was really happy because 6 of them were entirely mine. Mine for what you ask? Do you need to? Mine for books! I had 2 shelves of cookery books, then 4 of fiction books. It was amazing. And if I’m honest a little bit of a lie.
As we only had 16 of these, I couldn’t fill all 16 with books (which I probably could have done), so I double layered the books on each shelf. Yes, it meant that you couldn’t see the back ones, at all, but that was fine, I sorted it so that the ones I haven’t read were at the front, and the ones I have read, but want to keep were behind – piled high. Yes, even my favourite ever books were hidden behind unread ones. Not ideal, but I was happy. I had a shelf of chick-lit, and shelf of thrillers, and 2 of various genres.
My boyfriend only had 2 shelves of books.
I couldn’t complain.
Then we bought the new shelves. 24 new cubes. Boy did I get excited. This meant that I could stop double layering my books, and have my favourite ones out on show again – didn’t it? Well, no, because there was another really exciting thing that I’d forgotten about – more books in our storage unit.
Obviously we got them out, and spent a great afternoon sorting them out onto shelves. I coupled in genres, colours, sizes, etc. It was great. My books had to mingle with HIS books on some shelves, but it was fine, because they matched. He then had more than his 2 just to himself. Somehow, I didn’t get any more space, and all the cubes were filled up. Hmmm. How did that happen? It was fine though, I was happy with my six shelves, and part user of another three. He had five, then was a part user in the three I was part using.
Then today, he went to the storage unit again. And found another box of his books. I don’t know how he managed that, I was sure we’d been through them all (part of me wonders if he just went to a shop and just bought a box of books?).
Tonight he moved stuff around, and created a spare cube which he proceeded to fill with the books from the storage unit. Wait a minute, if there was enough space for more books, why were mine so cramped? Remember, the new shelves came about 2 months ago, I’ve bought a lot of books in that time.
So now, I have my 4 shelves of fiction books. I have 2 of cookery books, and them I’m part using three. He now has part use of three and six of his own.
Hold on, that means we’re even. How is that fair? I’m the writer, I’m the one that HAS to read (because writers read), and if we’re going to be honest – I’m the one that reads. He doesn’t. Not much. He’s read 1 this year (one I gave him to read, one of my books, not even one off his shlef). I’m reading my 17th.
How is that fair? Really? I’m sulking a little. He’s got a whole load more of them for other things too – xbox games, cds, lego, dvds etc. All in all, he’s got sole use of 13. I have 6. This is not fair.
Conclusion? Well, we need more book shelves. Totally need them. Of course, we can’t get any more book shelves, because the flat just isn’t big enough. Therefore, we have to move. We need a bigger place, where I can have more of my books out on show (did I mention there’s another half box of books of mine in our cupboard because there isn’t space for them on the shelves). Now… if I can just convince him of this… ‘Honey…’
As I’ve been talking a lot about my boyfriend this blog, I may as well carry on…
He, along with three friends are raising money for the Teenage Cancer Trust by driving from England to the Ukraine via 10 other countries – dressed as the characters from the film Anchorman. If you’d like to help them get to their goal please donate here. If you’re interested in the ridiculous costumes, and crazy antics they’re going to be getting up to, take a look at their blog.