There is a flurry of strong language from Lola's corner of the room.
"Why the dockyard blarney?" I ask.
"I've been trying to sort out these boxes of books that have been lying here for months. Some of them have been here since before I went on maternity leave. And do you know what?"
"What?"
"According to the catalogue they're all on the shelves in the library. Someone's just slung them into boxes without marking them as being unavailable for loan."
Which means that last April's statutory returns were an even bigger fiction than I thought. And that next April's probably won't be much better. Damn.
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Perhaps the library admin will finally figure out that is the solution to everything.
Put the whole library in boxes, make up statistics, and everybody just comes in for their paycheck and then leaves.
It's an idea which has found its time.
Moo!
Just between ourselves...
"An Even Bigger" fiction would be a good title for a sitcom about working in a library. (And you're the man to write, Mr Musgrove, you know you are).
Aha!
(deep Topiary suspicions confirmed)
Moo!`
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