Check out the changes on Level 3.
This was before it all started.
This was just a little bit after.
And this is now. They have removed the blinds covering the skylight and windows. The sunshine is streaming in contrasting with the gloominess of the mangled ceiling and the bare, pockmarked floor.
This was the Quiet Room then.
The Quiet Room now.
They have also started digging out the garden.
Are we feeling sad about this? Those of us who are still with the library since it started in 1987 are. Memories seem to be flooding back as we looked at what Level 3 has become.
We remember one rainy Saturday afternoon many years ago, a waterfall of water cascaded all the way down the stairs from Level 3 to the Level 1. It was an amazing sight. But a worrying one too. We went up to Level 3 and found that the water was coming from the flooded garden. There was water everywhere, even in the Quiet Room soaking into the carpets.
So we got an umbrella each and whilst Cat held her umbrella over me, I used mine to poke around the grey, brackish water pool to find the drain. After several pokes and wondering whether we knew what we were doing, we suddenly heard a loud sucking noise. We instinctively leapt back. Water started swooshing, swirling right into the drainage hole. My umbrella had poked through the leaves clogging up the drainage hole. We coud not believe our eyes. The water level of the flooded garden started reducing so quickly.
Suffice to say, our work did not stop there. We had to pull out the squares of water-soaked carpets to dry as we were already imagining the smell of a water-soaked carpet in an enclosed room over the weekend. By the time we finished, we were worn out. Cat and I will never forget this episode of the flooded Level 3. Since then, our gardener has been diligently clearing all the drainage holes.
But I guess with our plans of putting the garden to a better use now, he need not do that anymore.