Heavy Going
What can I say about last night? Without doubt, it was the worst nights sleep I've had in ages. Usually that would be because the local gorillas are out partying, or some resident of north swindon is trying to use my half-abandoned car to get a cheap ride home, or simply that the urban foxes living in the old college site are yelping their heads off. No, it was off course the stale air. It wasn't warm enough to be sweaty, just unpleasantly heavy. This morning is one of odd days. There's some thick haze and low cloud around, fighting it out with the sunshine for dominance of our weather, and judging from what I see out the library window as I type this, it seems the sun is winning hands down.
So I can expect another sultry night. I might have to move my fan into the bedroom. Have I mentioned my trusty electric fan? He's.... No, I refuse to give him a name.
Pixie Spotting
I passed the Malignant Pixie this morning. She's an odd one. She really is. All mischief and no intelligence whatsoever. Today she passed me with a grin, but didn't answer me when I relunctantly said hello. Fine with me. Her boyfriend, a young lad desperately trying to look cool in shades, remained aloof as if to underline his superior status. Sorry son, I'm a little too old to be fooled by that. Let's face it - if the Malignant Pixie is the best you can do, trying to impress me is a waste of time.
Who's On Duty
Now that I'm sat using up my allotted time on the library computer, I notice which librarian is on duty at the enquiries desk. It's that old guy, the tall one. He is, for want of a better description, useless. If you ask him anything he merely responds "I don't know."
Could you fetch someone who does?
"I don't know who would be able to help you" Is his standard reply. Usually I have to throw a minor strop and he rushes off to do what he should have done anyway. At the moment he's helping someone out with a problem on their computer. Poor bloke's more confused than when he asked for assistance.
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