Last week, lovely Abi wrote a post about the joy of visiting the library
now that she has finished her degree.
And I’m ashamed to admit it, but reading that post
made me realise that I couldn’t remember the last time
I’d visited our local library.
The Boy Child and I called in today after school.
He was as happy as Larry.
First stop, the aisle holding the books on Sport.
I left him with his nose in a book on football (obviously)
and went off to browse the non-fiction.
The choice was so over whelming, I came away with nothing.
Using the self check-out, it soon became obvious that the pair of us
were persona non grata. Our last visit was so long ago, we had
actually fallen off their system.
“Why do you want to rejoin the library?” asked the librarian,
who looked all of about 12-years-old.
Um, to borrow books?
Abi’s post is here.