Dance your cares away…

I worked all day today which was very nice. 🙂 It was fairly busy and I spent lots of time stamping books and beeping things and feeling quite efficient. My favourite colleague, who I should name really – F was in in the afternoon so I spent time chatting to her. I like that getting to know workmates type chatter where you learn all sorts of stuff about people. There is a real mix of people there that I wouldn’t come across in my normal day to day life, some of whom, as nice as they are would be no great loss and a couple of whom I really like and am enjoying getting to know. F is one of them. I’ve also now been there long enough to recognise the ‘regular’ customers and get the low down on them. There is ‘Bucket man’ so called because he came in with a bucket for many years leading them to assume he worked as window cleaner although this was never confirmed. He no longer has a bucket but the name has stuck. What he does have is a strong aroma of alcohol wafting around him at all times, a magnifying glass which he whips out to read the Large Print books he sits in the middle of and a presumptious comment for anyone who goes near him. I am yet to be on the recieving end of any such comment (‘you’re no Marilyn, but you’d do’ is one such quote from him previously!). I can’t help but sing Elton John’s Rocket Man using the words Bucket Man instead whenever I see him now. We also have the Waldorf and Stadtler -esque two men who come in every single morning and read the papers together, debating the news of the day including a surprising knowledge for pop culture and rehashed Celebrity Big Brother every morning after while it was running with surprising delight in all the salacious gossip of it all. One of them borrows really quite girly book choices too which he comes in and gets when his friend has left the building, double backing back in to get his Judith Krantz novels :lol:. We also have the Beige Man who dresses head to foot in a selection of beige garments looking like he may have stepped from a safari into Lancing. He never borrows books but spends ages on the internet and reading the papers, staring at anyone unlucky enough to have shelving of books to do in his vicinity but never actually addressing any of us directly even though we all call a cheery ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ to him just to see if he might ever respond. But enough of this, I must save these details of the Lancing Library Weirdos posse for later blogposts when I am feeling lacking in other things to say!

I spent half my lunchhour on the computer reading Sarah’s blog which I can’t access from home and enjoying the novelty of spending time on the internet uninterupted without it being nighttime. Oh and I went to the bank to get some coin bags which Ady and I have filled with a load of saved coppers totalling over £7 which will fund the vegetables for our roast dinner on Sunday, maybe a bottle of wine and keep us going until child benefit gets paid on Monday – we’re so classy ;).

Ady was home with the children in the morning, Dad was here this afternoon and although he was gone before I got back (I worked an extra half an hour to cover so Ady beat me back home again) they all seem to have had a good time so maybe some of my rather direct comments to my Mum about not cocking up his relationship with his grandchildren just because he is not supportive of Home Ed (don’t think I blogged about that did I? One of the many things getting me down the last couple of weeks, but hopefully we’ve moved on so I won’t dwell on it now) have filtered back and sunk in.

And now, hurrah it is Friday and hurrah we have nothing too taxing planned for the weekend, except for our Pre Spring Walk on Sunday. 😆