So I hankered to replace them, but never actually did anything about it. That was until on the way home from mum's yesterday, hubby told me he had brought home a bookshelf and that I might have to put up with it blocking the way until he decides what to do with it.
Of course, once I saw it I squealed with delight, it was just the kind I had wanted. I just love my husband's removal job. It was unused and free. So of course I wanted to keep it.
Only problem was it was Sunday night and I had planned an early night so that I could get up for work in the morning (after a very hectic long weekend). But I was too excited to be patient or sensible, so we put the kids to bed, took down all of the books, beads and toys, dismantled the shelves and dragged over the new one:
Everything fitted, the shelves take up less space and look neater and my anal side was in bliss. It was also a good opportunity to have a good clear out while the kids weren't looking, although I paid for it in the morning. Oh look there's even space beside it for another single unit for my craft supplies...