Easter resolution

A four-day holiday can mean only one thing. Ottawacker Jr. has lost his place at the dining-room table and I can finally get round to sorting out the books I have been promising to sort for the past 2 years.

This, you will understand, was no mere whim. It was a well-planned military-style operation. Vacuum cleaners were at the ready as we moved each of the bookcases, dusters and polish were to hand; the cats were shooed gently out of their favourite positions on the sofas. 

"It'll only take a day and a half," I said cavalierly.