Declán slumped back on the lounge and watched the stacks of CDs grow into a miniature cityscape on the floor about his sister. Wolf was in one of her organisational moods and it was always best to stay out of her way.

It had all started when she'd gone looking for something and couldn't find it, which had led to her rummaging through their collection and leaving piles of discs in her wake. It wasn't until the now mammoth task of reshelving the plundered cabinet had become apparent, that she had launched into the full-blown inventory frenzy. After a brief interruption for a one-sided debate about the pros and cons of sorting by genre and alphabetisation or alphabetisation  alone was decided, she was back in a flurry of sorting, shuffling and repositioning discs in their new locations.

It could have been worse. Last time this happened, the vinyl had been the object of her brief period of obsessive cataloguing and that was a far more extensive collection than the CDs. The task had taken a little over a week.

Declán could never figure out why someone whose homemaking skills generally had more in common with a squirrel than a human would have sudden attacks of targeted neatness. It was bizarre and oddly disturbing. But still, it was better than the time she'd gone silly with the breakfast cereals.