The scouring of the study

Well, not quite; but the various priestesses of throwing-things-out will be interested to know no doubt that about forty-five minutes ago I decided that I couldn't go to sleep while there was work to be done; and I've been clearing a lot of the rubbish that was on my study floor. Sorting out the desk itself might take a little longer; and some of all my bookshelves could do with thinning down, or at least gestures in that direction (though there is probably only one book in twenty which I could say I wouldn't miss).

Edit: Previously entitled 'The cleansing of the study', but retitled at the suggestion of dr_biscuit.