With there being no money about and our not buying much in the way of new books we've actually been able to see an uncluttered corridor to the fire escape for only the third time in human memory.
Even those damned chairs have gone. I'd assumed that they'd gone out to their intended destinations.
How wrong could I be?
As I discovered when I had to go and check on the status of the network box in the utility room.
4 comments:
I've recently become a huge fan of "there being no money about". You'll see, you can forget about chairs and you'll have a stripped-down library service that makes do and mends old books - heck, you could even write your own.
The Case of the Travelling Chairs"... wasn't that an Agatha Christie novel?
That should please Health and Safety and me. I hate cluttered corridors where I bang my shins.
It's so annoying when you think something has finally been sorted and for a split second you are happy that someone else has cared enough. Then you look in the utility cupboard. *Sigh*. I feel you pain.
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