“I got books. They’re multiplying. And I’m losing control. Thoughts of fire, it’s a-terrifying.” I constantly sing this to the tune of You’re the One that I Want from the film Grease. Right now, the piles have become precarious. I’m not complaining, but I am always trying to tidy up and put them in a good place. My partner is building me another bookshelf. He’s marvellous like that. A keeper...