Despite my instincts against such a thing, I've had to concede that since the contents of my flat have to fit in here by Wednesday something has got to go and the choice is pretty much between books, Doctor Who stuff and furniture. Since I know what will happen if I suggest the latter to parent, it's books. So far I've excised old statutes, parts of fantasy trilogies that I picked up in charity shops that I thought "oh, right, yes, of course I'll get the next/previous part" and I'm pretty sure that since it's now several years later that ain't gonna happen, and my somewhat excessive collection of art books. Mostly Impressionism stuff, since I'm pretty sure I'm never going to have much enthusiasm for it ever again.

And I've still got three boxes of books sitting on the floor and about another hundred or so sitting along the walls and really, really I can't get rid of anything else. That's 'can't' as in 'won't,' in the petty and stubborn sense.

And then there's stuff like piles of old DWMs and Galaxies that I quite like, but they do just sit there and I haven't read them for years. And dozens of atrocious DVDs I've accumulated because I happened to like the actors in them. And my Hammer movies (WHY DID THEY MAKE SO MANY?) and *flails*. I should have spent more money on getting drunk at uni and less being a bloody magpie.

Also Ilya is fixed, hurrah! I get him and all his shiny back tomorrow. I am going to miss Word though. I forgot how much I love it over Works.

Had a strange moment wandering about the Beeb DW site earlier as was looking for a new background for this computer (ancient gallfrey now; shiny, shiny drawing done by someone for the Lungbarrow e-book). ( Cut for That Spoiler )

Ah, and I found a half-eaten Easter egg in a box. Chocolate does not go out of date does it?