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Why, on packed rush hour tubes, in stifling heat and with my face squashed up against the doors and some bloke standing on my foot, does some idiot have to call out "can you all move down please, people want to get on" ????!!!!! Aaarrrggghh If there was anywhere to move to I wouldn't have this blokes armpit in my face, you stupid bastard! Piss off and wait for the next train!
Phew, that feels better......until Monday morning.....

I have just done a rough count of the books I have in my house; approximately 400. Not a lot by some people's standards, but they take up valuable space. Most are reference works on almost every imaginable subject, collected over several decades.

I love books on many levels, but hardly ever refer to them any more. If I want information I turn to the Internet.

However, even thinking about throwing them out fills me with fear, pain, guilt and doubt. To box them up and carry them up to the loft would be an effort, not just for me but worse still for someone else after I die.

I like the look and feel of books. My collection of books defines who I am. But ... do I still need them? What's the point of keeping them? Any ideas??