Weary

Seth's been doing 72-hour weeks since Lemuel retired, on top of which he's expected to be shit-shifter and hod carrier for all the libraries in the borough (he's actually just the caretaker at Helminthdale) and he's spent the past week (including Sunday) lugging stuff round, dismantling shelving and counters, reassembling them, carting boxes from A to B to C back to A and can you put them in B please and all the accompanying crap that comes with clearing the library for recarpeting in our working environment. He looks knackered.

"You look buggered," I remark. "You OK?"

"I am buggered. I just told T.Aldous that I felt knackered and do you know what he said?"

"No..."

"He said: 'why? What have you been doing?'"