One of my duties, in this case quite an easy one, involves me popping out in the late hours to lock up rooms that have been utilised for courses in the evening. It's a strangely satisfying thing to do.
It involves a curious sense of completion, of putting the full-stop at the end of the paragraph to round things off, at least for now. And I enjoy the empty loneliness of the buildings that are usually spilling over with life. Strange that something involving work should be so restful.
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