mobile library

Thursday 20 October

The mobile library comes to town once a week.  I was desperate for some reading material.  I am not one that can read anything.   Some people can reread books, old magazines, backs of cereal boxes and even instruction manuals if there is nothing else around.   Not me.  If I read I like to have carefully chosen what I read and I hate to be without something to read.  Whether I actually get around to reading or not is a different story.  Life is too short.  I browsed the unfamiliar familiar shelves with a sense of adventure.  I started at the A’s and scanned the authors and titles till I had reached Z.   By that time I had four books in my hands.  I had picked up and discarded another half dozen.  I’m an ex-local visiting my mum.   My licence has my current address.   Can I join please?   Sorry you have to be a resident.   Oh, my happiness balloon deflated somewhat.    Can I borrow on my mum’s card, which I don’t have on me?  I asked eagerly.   Mmmm I suppose so he seemed to be gauging whether I was to be trusted.   And

who is your mum and her phone no.   After I paid her fine and promised to

look for her lost book I was able to take my treasures home.  I returned several minutes later with the now found book much to the librarians delight.   He seemed pleased that he had made the right call on me.