We venture underground for our last stop on the tour of the bookshelves at Pack Mansions, into the basement where our kitchen and, oddly, our bathroom are to be found.
Unsurprisingly we keep our cookery books here. The most frequently used tend to live on the work surface so that they can be liberally splattered with cake mixture and pasta sauce while we bake and cook.
For some reason the handsome volume England In Particular (not a cookbook at all) is plonked right in the middle. This may explain why we never have never read any of it. I hear it is rather good.
The rest of the cookery collection reside here, on a shelf that is starting to buckle from the weight of recipes. You will notice a rich vein of Donna Hays (she's great), quite a few Nigel Slaters and then a pretty random sprinkling of others. I think I spy a Jamie Oliver, from back in the days when his books didn't cost £26, and that fat orange one is by Sheila Alexander who is, I am reliably informed, an Australian Delia.
I had to photograph the shelf in two chunks as there is a bloody great pillar in the line of vision otherwise. I am more of a baker than a chef so I rarely use the savoury recipes. The only ones I bother with are the Donna Hays, by far my favourite cookery writer. I have yet to have a failure with any of hers and they tend to be simple, tasty and always end up looking just like the picture.
(As an aside, one of the reasons for all these shelves and bookcases is that Victorian houses don't usually have much in the way of storage, designed as they were to be full of good old Victorian furniture and not with televisions, stereos and the like. My other half devised a cunning scheme to create loads of storage without taking up any space which you can see below.
These are the stairs into the basement. We have managed to get loads of stuff in them, each drawer goes back for almost a metre. You don't notice them on the way down but they are revealed in all their practical glory on the way up. We have to thank genius carpenter Harvey once again for the craftsmanship).
And finally we come on to the real highbrow section, the toilet library. The perfect toilet book needs to have chapters or sections that are easy to read within a certain time frame. The optimum time will naturally depend upon your, ahem, routine but I tend to go for poetry and humour; things I can dip in and out of without losing the thread.
So there you have it, a tour of the shelves. I've shown you mine, time for you to show me yours. If any of you do post similar self-indulgent content on your own blogs please let us know here so we can all wander over and gawk.