Here a compilation of stupid things library consultants have said to me in solidarity with library pals at Lambeth Libraries where genius consultants has decided that a qualified head of library service post isn't really essential.
Sarah Nicholas
@sarahnicholas.bsky.social
Mostly tediously twee nonsense. Sporadic enthusing about flamenco dancing and cycling to see Cardiff Bay's sunrises. Occasional passing references to being a weary, aging academic librarian.
Lunch with chums today was so long, that I'm home just in time to start getting dinner ready.
A few hours ago I was given fish fingers cooked in an air fryer. I am now searching for air fryers. Why did no-one mention air fryers were good?
I went to Flight Club with colleagues and had a lovely time, despite our entire group being appallingly bad at darts. Or maybe it was *because* our entire group was appallingly bad at darts. Anyway, I just thought I'd mention I've done some socialising this week.
If the crumble mixture has been compacted and is no longer capable of crumbling, surely a crumble is no longer a crumble? Please discuss.
I find myself in Llandovery. No, I'm not sure where I am, either. But I need a cardigan, so I'm bloody delirious right now. So far, I've seen this castle, marvelled at the most wedding dresses in a charity shop I've ever seen, and had some nice poached eggs on toast in Caffi Tudor.
Something about how rubbish Channel 5's single montage music selection was compared to ITV Cycling's daily montage music selection. #TdF2026
Well, I properly enjoyed that. #TdF2026 And I'm super grateful for S4C's live coverage these past few days. Even though I understand only every third word, the commentators/presenters' enthusiasm has been contagious.
There's a promise of rain in Cardiff overnight. Yes, I AM showing off. #LoveRain
In Cardiff for the weekend with no fixed plans. Anything we can't miss?
S4C's live Tour de France coverage is back. I wish I'd spotted this two hours ago, but dim ots, I'm enjoying it now. And chwarae teg, I watched for a whole 20 minutes before Geraint was mentioned.
Am I excited to cook using a big ball of garlic, rather than a couple of normal cloves costing a quarter of the price? Yes, yes I am, leave me alone, this is all I have.
I find it so, so difficult to watch climbs without crowd control barriers in the Tour de France. The arsehole spectators give me palpitations. Especially the overweight, unfit, polyester-clad blokes who try to run alongside the world-class cyclists. À quoi ça sert, hein?
From now on, whenever I need a little boost of dopamine I'm going to watch this moment between David Millar and @nedboulting.bsky.social. It's from the superlative 'For the Love of Cycling' podcast. #TourdeFrance #TdF #TdF26
Waking in Cardiff to the same smell of smoke as yesterday and realising it's from the wildfires near Blaenavon, 30 miles away. Just another day on a planet in crisis.
Six hours with my nieces, who are now 11 and 13, and I'm wiped out. It was the incessant miming to annoying soundtracks and filming ourselves, which now passes for entertainment, that did me in. Here's how sad, old and, frankly, confused I look trying to mime a breaking heart on some app.
Me, looking out my hotel window this morning: Oh! My goodness! There's a kestrel! Me, putting on my glasses to photograph the kestrel: Bloody seagulls.
Has a football player ever injured himself when faking injury post-tackle? (I say "himself" intentionally, obviously.)
I'm staying overnight in the centre of Bath at a popular hotel chain. I just asked a lady to vacate the lift of said establishment. She was on the lift floor, removing from a pouch what I'm pretty sure was a needle. She was nice about it, fair play. It was just all a bit sad, really.
Do any of you know of someone with a 4 bedroom house in Bath, looking to rent it out to a very lovely flamenco-dancing educator and her family, like, pretty flipping soon?
Went up Beckford's Tower, in Bath, this morning. Because I've been driving past it regularly for years and thought it was about time. I couldn't see Cardiff from the top. Apparently it's often visible. But I know what it looks like already, so I wasn't bothered.
16 minutes and counting past curfew. All the talented, big name musicians respect curfews, but not whoever this idiot is. I'm two effing miles away and their noise is keeping me awake. I'm phoning the council to complain on Monday.
Sarah Nicholas@sarahnicholas.bsky.social · 3w agoI sincerely hope that whoever the heck is playing Cardiff Castle tonight doesn't consider themself a musician, else they are surely in breach of the Trade Descriptions Act 1968 and should be arrested immediately.
I sincerely hope that whoever the heck is playing Cardiff Castle tonight doesn't consider themself a musician, else they are surely in breach of the Trade Descriptions Act 1968 and should be arrested immediately.
Lovely pootle earlier this morning near the Purton Hulks, a ships graveyard with wrecks of over 80 old boats, between the River Severn and the Gloucester and Sharpness Canal. The boats were purposely grounded to prevent riverbank erosion. Met bonus cute dog, not pictured.
Vague acquaintance on the bus tells me she's going on holiday to Spain on Sunday. "Oh God, it's going to be hotter than here," says I. "I know," she replies. I slap on my sympathy face and nod sadly. "Is your hotel air conditioned?" "I bloody hope so." We both gaze at the blazing sun outside. End.
I'm now on annual leave until 3rd August, with big plans to do as little as possible. Very excited about all the lying down that awaits.