All to myself

Waiting for Steven to finish up at the library. They are open till six but it’s such a foul night that only the bravest of souls (two women and a wee lass) we’re here when I arrived.

I’d forgotten my specs so stared forlornly at the blurry books and then had a wee sit doon in the squidgy sofas. Trying not to fall asleep whilst I ponder on which is spookier - the swarm if bookbugs and their fairy lights or the wooden wife and her bags.