I never thought I’d say this, but anyway. I left work an hour or so ago and retreated to a cafe near where I live. On the way back, a call I was expecting to receive came through so I ran to the library to sort it and some other stuff out. Here I am, with a stupid time-limit – ticking away, reminding me I’m only allowed here for another 30 minutes and 29, 28, 27, 26 seconds…
and it’s a bloody free-for-all.
There’s a Slovak arguing with someone two PCs down; an impossibly large, elderly woman is asking anyone who can be bothered to listen “How do I print my floppy?”; and meanwhile, the woman next to me has clearly signed up to the “I Can Speak Louder Than You” competition. And by the way, she LOVED the concert last night.
Now, since moving to London I’ve realised the great benefits libraries offer, especially to the impoverished like me (or any twenty-year-old working in London!). And yes, the last time I set foot in one I was an irritable, impressionable little scumbag who delighted at winding up librarians. Not now. I’m older, embittered, SO PLEASE SHUT UP AND LET ME WORK!