Hello old bird,
Us is doing well us is. Our chief, having retired at New Year, has been more in evidence now than they were when they were on the payroll. So far we have had six (count them: six) farewell parties. Maundy Thursday was the final and absolute last day, marked by a celebration lunch with a few cronies.
I had bet the caretaker a pound that we'd have fourteen last days this month. Utter, utter folly: we've had five so far and it's only the 9th. This is the conversation we had on Thursday afternoon:
"This is my last day in. I can't keep coming back here to finish sorting things out."
"And how many times have I heard that before?"
"I mean it: this is my last day in."
"Good. You wash your hands of it and leave them to it."
"Yes, I'll be glad to. See you tomorrow."
I promise you on my mother's harmonica that this is true.
In my experience there is an element of the irrational in all librarians. Logic would dictate that this would reach its greatest expression of lunacy in their chieftains.