I checked the Necronomicon out of the library and now I can’t find it, and it’s overdue.
I’ve probably mislaid it in my non-Euclidean bedroom.
Perhaps it has been eaten by some rugose, squamous, tentacular horror?
Perhaps someone else picked it up? Elsie from my mum’s book club did go mad last week after all, although she wasn’t all there to begin with so shouldn’t have been reading forbidden lore.
I’ll have to go in and explain. I’m worried about the fine. Those librarians are really scary and there is that unspeakably shaped funny coloured stain on the library ceiling.