I finally got around to clearing out a load of old books [by clearing out, I mean hiding somewhere out of sight] to free up some space. A perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone as we’d completely filled up any and every available space left in the house with some sort of weird little object. Dancing monkey, check. Doodled dog, check. Blythes, check. Endless KidRobot dudes, check.
Until the next batch of things turn up, our bookshelves have become a Star Wars meets Domo meets UFC battleground.