As I glanced at the text on the computer screens I noticed a change in their layout. This had the effect of bewildering me to the spot; an occurrence that only happens when a shop changes its floor plan drastically without consulting me. Sensing my confused state from underneath a pile of books on her desk, the librarian’s opening gambit was the trusty, “can I help you.”
Not expecting conversation confounded me further that only after a pregnant pause could I explain I was here to use the library’s search facility machine. Continue reading “For want of a Book”
Boadicea's Chariot 