Here's the thing. My Dad, rest in peace, was no mean theologian and had a lot of books, a library of the beasts, to be honest. And I'd fondly imagined that this great collection of literary wisdom could remain stored at Dallas HQ. As a collection, if you like, but no.
The LSP sisterhood decided that the Library had to go, and so it has. I took the first and load of books to the Compound today and they'll be set up in the upstairs guest rooms. Good luck, guests, sleep meets 1st edition Anglo-Catholic genius.
Uncle at Eton
It's upsetting to take down this library, which represents one man's, my Father's, attempt at wisdom and to be fair he didn't hit far off the X Ring. We used to call it the "Rock Study," and so it was until now.
Rock On
Bibliophile,
LSP
