The joys of cataloguing
I haven't catalogued anything for ages, so have boxes and boxes of books lurking. So, it is about time I got on with it, and I am tackling my main love, the horse and pony books, first. Sometimes it's a good job, mine. Particularly gorgeous is C W Anderson's Heads Up - Heels Down, which will be in the next set of books uploaded to the database, hopefully at the end of this week.
I had to have another look at this book to restore my faith in readers after opening the next book in the pile. It was obviously owned previously by a very, very heavy smoker. I was knocked back by the reek. The book is now consigned to the book deodorising crystals, where I think it might have to be for some time. This wasn't such a grim experience as some I had when I worked at the library. This was in the dim and distant past when we still hired out videos (them new fangled DVDs were few and far between). When one came in, we had to open it up to check the video was actually there, and hadn't been chewed by either the baby or the dog. The absolute worst videos to open were the ones which had been borrowed by people who smoked and had an addiction to deep fat frying. There was something about the videotape which seemed to take the worse elements of both, add in a touch of rancid decay, and then stew it all to a fetid reek which then leapt out at you when you opened the case. Very good at holding in the stench, is your average video case.
Heads Up - Heels Down is a very useful thing to focus on when your stomach is heaving.