Pondering The Mysteries Of The Universe...

I am finally tackling my last bookshelf, the one in the hall. Up until now, I've been using it as a repository for whatever item I hadn't quite gotten around to finding a place for. These items have now been displaced to other positions, many of them equally temporary, but at least I can decide what I want to put on the shelves...

I thought I could put some box files and lever-arch files on the bottom shelf, but that required a little rearrangement of the heights of the middle and top shelves. The middle shelf came out easily enough, and three of the doobrey-whatsits upon which the shelf rested also came out easily. The fourth one was a bit of a struggle. I succeeded in removing it after a battle of fifteen minutes, however, and put the little doobrey-whatever-you-call-thems down in front of the bookcase.

I did a bit of rearranging, in order to discover the height of the shelf needed for the box files to fit. And then I decided that I didn't want the box files in my hall after all; I plumped for cookery books, a book about wine regions, and a book about sewing instead. This left rather a lot of space on the bottom shelf, (I'm not the most domesticated of females) but I figured that I can add more stuff later. Of course, this meant that the middle shelf just had to go back in from whence it came...

You probably know what I'm going to say next. Yes, one of life's imponderable mysteries (for those involved with flat-pack furniture, at any rate.) One of the doobrey-whatsits has gone missing, and I cannot find it anywhere. It has just vanished into thin air.

I'll let you know if I find it...