>Blue decor, a quarter cubicle all to myself, an Internet connection (!) and a triangle of blue sky.
Welcome to my world over the past week.
While I wait for my project to take off, life has been pretty smooth-sailing, punctuated with regular bloggers’ meets (oh yes, at times we are a jobless bunch), where we discuss almost everything else but blogging, go into reminiscences of old times (the others, not I- for I’m still relatively new here), criticise, drink coffee, quarrel over where to go for lunch, buy chocolate and popcorn. All in between spells of work. Spoilt for choice? Yes, we are.
I went to the British Council Library on Saturday, hoping to apply for membership. We’re apparently still a long way from making things fast and easy. I was told to submit proof of residence (when I don’t even have a permanent address here- but my uncle’s telephone bill will do, as I’m staying with him- what sort of security are we ensuring here?), and so I just had to bring back the form so that I could submit it later when I had the ‘documents’ in place. The library itself was disappointing- I’d expected a large, imposing building, lined with shelves across a huge hall, books stacked from floor to ceiling. Somehow, the library failed to create the right ambience, and I’m not very sure I want to go back there. The collection wasn’t very promising either, but maybe I need to go back a second time before I can really make up my mind about it.
I’ve in the meantime found a delectable book in my ‘treasure-chest’- 44 Scotland Street, by Alexander McCall Smith. While I haven’t read any books in the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series, the Scotland Series book has impressed me a great deal. McCall Smith writes effortlessly, bringing you in contact with the people you know well, who exist all around and even inside you. Overbearing parents, narcissistic men, nondescript women, uncomfortable prodigies- almost everybody finds a place in this delightfully familiar world.
Monday draws to a close. Bedtime. And more coffee and bloggers’ meets tomorrow.