The library

​Someone is sitting in my place today. This pisses me off, greatly. It has put me in a bad mood, frankly. This will surely seep into my writing, so don’t be surprised if my tone is somewhat vitriolic. Also, I must stop chewing on apples, it only brings trouble. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy the security man doing his rounds. I quickly chuck the apple in my bag. I recall a previous occasion when I was caught eating here. I was devouring a massive scrambled egg baguette actually, the precariousness of which can only be appreciated if you too have attempted to do this secretly and in a confined space. On that particular occasion, the security man gave me a right lecture, his anger building to an crescendo as he went on about the importance of rules etc… Well to be fair, each study booth bears a concise notice at eye-level, blatently laying them down: ‘no mobile phones, no food, no drink allowed’. I have no excuse. I am ashamed. I am sorry. However, his somewhat melodramatic response to my little misdemeanour leads me to assume that he harbours a grudge, and sensing that I was some kind of bourgeois student he grasped the opportunity to vent his spleen. God help me, I can’t go through that again. But he hasn’t seen me, phew.
This episode prompts me to think about other occasions when I have flagrantly disregarded the rules. Hmmm, no, that’s about the worst thing Ive ever done. Really?..      
 
It is apparently the day they test the fire alarm. Apart from just nearly giving me a heart-attack, which I have dealt with, there is now a fault and the alarm keeps going off every few seconds. I know this because they’ve just been announced it over the tannoy: Well it’s too late, I have been disturbed. And all this talk of food has made me hungry, so I’m outta here, for now.