Coming in today was the first time that I could make out the stove. I bumped into the removal men coming in. Well, perhaps the use of the word ‘men’ is a bit stretched. It was more like one removal man and one removal boy, but the boxes that have been packed have been moved to Parnie St and that means a new wave of packing is on the horizon. I’m not looking forward to going up to the archive today. It’s cold and damp and the only good outcome of this is that it’ll probably smell less like dead bodies than it does on warmer days. That’s where we stashed the LiPS girls when they didn’t behave…
Strangely the library seems to be united in its watching of Big Brother – not what I would’ve thought would’ve been our top choice, but then if your ego needs to be massaged then watching the dredges of humanity isn’t the worse way to feel better about yourself. There is a group consensus that Lisa needs to go.
