the taming of the building site

after a day of screwing around (sadly, that's only an Ikea-based pun) the building site is starting to resemble civilised life. And this is the proof that not ALL our furniture comes from Ikea. This bookshelf was made out of recycled furniture by some clever charity shop or flea market people in Exmouth - where I used to live when I was deciding that, even though I was learning to be a teacher, it probably wasn't the life I wanted to lead. I'd don't have much left over from that phase of my life but this bookshelf has been with me since then. These days it lives in Biggest's bedroom and stores some of the book collection, mainly those ones she likes to have close to her bed in case of urgent need. Note carefully the two copies of Farmer Boy - I assume that's one for each eye.
I still know I made the right decision not to become a teacher. I'd be terrible at it and I have no idea what possessed me when I started on that course. Luckily I saw sense in time.