Queuing for returns

So. I decide not to drive all the way to Oxfordshire Record Office today, because it's in Cowley and getting round the Ring Road takes a long time. I decided I'd sit on a bus, or a couple of buses in fact. So, after taking the 5 down Cowley Road beyond the point where it becomes Oxford Road, and getting off at The Original Swan, I walk to the record office to find...

"We're full. We don't have a seat."

I'm not that surprised really, given how busy it was on the last couple of days (I made notes on paper yesterday because I was jammed in between two people and there was no room for my laptop and the various volumes of bound manuscripts I started off with). Yet the idea that a record office is so popular that people have to book seats is still something I hadn't anticipated. Still, it says something good about the public popularity of history. I'm booked in for 2pm now, and declined the offer of joining the small queue for seats being returned early (really!) have taken advantage of the time to do that exercise one is always meant to do. A brisk walk up from Cowley to Cowley Road, and I am now taking advantage of the free wi-fi at George and Delila, while being sparing regarding food. There's a walk back to do after all...