A less-frequent, but more prolonged, ghost at the feat has been Tilly Floss. Every so often she'll meet up with Maisie and Betty for lunch and she'll pop in and say hello to everyone, which in itself is nice and friendly and what have you. Unfortunately, every so often she'll pop in, unannounced and park herself in the staff room for a warm while she's waiting for her bus. And eat her lunch, which she will have brought along with her "on the off-chance" she might be stopping.
Nearly three years ago she became a member of the public. The staff room is not a public area. People, many of whom don't know Tilly, leave their coats and bags and personal belongings here. And are surprised to come in for their lunch to find a stranger in their midst, unannounced and unheralded.
Questions have been asked of our managers.
"She's been doing it a long while. We can't doing anything about it now. Perhaps Maisie or Betty could have a word with her."
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For a second there I felt myself enjoying a nice cup of tea as I sat next to the most wonderful Pat, as we read your latest offering together in front of an open fire.
Cosy and warm to the touch. (The post, obviously not the tea or the lovely fluffy lady that is Pat)
Fluffy?
Charlie I'm thinking Eleanor Rigby.
"We can't doing anything about it now" - I sense a certain inertia in this library of yours.
Suggest to her she gives the place a wee clean up whilst she's there? Do you not have some boxes that need unpacking too?
(Ha! see I AM management material!!)
I can't really blame her; I think retirement must be horribly boring.
Jimmy: that's right, boast about it (-:
Pat: no, thank heaven
Gadjo: I know, odd that, isn't it?
Macy: Tilly was the Library Secretary who reckoned that answering her 'phone wasn't part of her job.
BrightenedBoy: I used to think that. I can't wait now.
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