I raced from work last night to the SCDA library to return – at long last – multiple Antig copies. To discover to my horror that it newly closes at a quarter before eight. I galloped up the stairs in the nick of time to catch dear Douglas. Who told me about his new shelves, the new opening times, the flagging ticket sales for the Scottish final this weekend, how handsome Russell had looked in his kilt at Killin, how we had to come to this weekend’s ceilidh as I had been just about getting the hang of stripping the willow by the time it finished…

I love my trips to the play library.