The cold lingers. The cough is insistent. The knitting continues. I’m missing a carol concert. This displeases me, but it is horrible weather outside, so perhaps I should just be glad to be able to stay indoors.
Students must be nearing the end of term, as the book returns room bins have been very full this week. The machine is frequently out of action and in need of having its bins emptied. Library staff scurry about like squirrels collecting books from various places and putting them in other places, and even sometimes back in their rightful places on the shelves. Every so often, squeaks of displeasure can be heard from the librarians as someone delivers yet more books for them to shelve. Metaphorical tails bristle with indignation at yet another insane directive from on high. Christmas spirit is somewhat lacking. Still, it’s not Christmas yet…
I forgot to mention that when I was at home the other day I saw a robin in the garden, which was quite exciting.
You could write a children’s story book where the characters are squirrel librarians. There could be other woodland creatures visiting the library which would be in a tree trunk. Also friendly robins
That sounds nice!
You look after yourself and get some linctus for that cough!! Granny Hazel has spoken. (And don’t say I didn’t warn you – this virus going around is NOT a common cold.)