A shot of the old school room in the library, where I was working this afternoon.

It was full of GCSE students revising, and one lad who looked to be an A-level student who was studying King Lear. He was sitting opposite me and I was itching to help but I didn't and then after he'd gone I realised one of my shirt buttons had been undone. The one right over my bra. The whole time. So I was glad then I hadn't tried to be helpful or drawn attention to myself in any way.