Just before five I wandered homewards via the High Street and attempted to catch the blue sky left behind as the sun dipped over the horizon. This was the exact time to miss everybody as few around were intent on getting home while only drunks, yobs, and those who had to remain at work could be seen. Looks like few were working hard tonight.
This afternoon I wandered into the museum to help in the stock room and did little enough. The rest of the day I did nothing. My life is so exciting! However the lass who has to look through the stock, ensure it is listed, ticketed, paperwork correct and so on has got loads to do. Some mistakes have occurred and some things have too little information. Goods donated and no longer required must go back to donor but it is not always clear who donated! Poor lass has lots to do sorting out the stock. I will do my best to keep out of the way!
Want to know what happens when the museum closes its doors...?