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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Crepuscular

OK. Now this is weird, even for us...

Maisie's trying to get hold of a screen filter for one of the PCs down on our floor which gets a lot of reflected glare from the Town Hall windows across the road. Corporate Purchasing have been not useful so she can't buy a new one. Luckily, she remembered that Wendy at Umpty Library has one and that somebody's said that it wasn't on the PC in the Reference Library any more.

Maisie rang Wendy to see if she could cadge it off her.

"Oh, it's not here," said Wendy. "It's on the PC at Helminthdale."

Wendy works a couple of days a week in the Reference Library upstairs.

"Oh, that's good," said Maisie. "I'll go and get it now."

"No!" cried Wendy. "I need it."

"I thought you didn't need it any more."

"They don't let you switch the lights off at Helminthdale."

One of my new Winter goals is to visit the Twilight Library of Umpty.

7 comments:

Gadjo Dilo said...

....and it's books written in luminous ink.

:: Wendy :: said...

maybe Helminthdale is trying to keep the boogie monsters and vampires from desicrating the books at night.

PI said...

But surely (shock horror) this will contribute to global warming?

Macy said...

Do Umpty library regulars just bring their own torches and headlamps in the winter months then?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Gadjo: splendid idea!

Wendy: but if we didn't have the bogeymen and vampires we'd have no clientele there.

Pat: (-:

Macy: it's an old pit village

Madame DeFarge said...

And do they play white noise too? Or are the forms of torture more refined?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Madame: you remind me that I once worked in a social work environment where the idiot manager did play white noise. "Ambient mouth music" she called it. ick!