I took Abby to Wallington yesterday, to do the 'Back to School' stationery run. And we dropped in to Wallington library, which was a regular feature of my growing-up, earliest years. This gave me a chance to pontificate to Abby, along the lines of '..and not only is Britain the greatest Olympic Host in history and the home of the finest Test Cricket team in the world, it's also the envy of the globe when it comes to its Public Library Service'. I loved visiting the library back when I could count my age on my fingers and I'm delighted that the girls feel the same way.
But I remember the library being somewhere I could lose myself in an imaginary, perfect world, populated by proper goodies and baddies conceived to assist my moral development. The doorside display yesterday, by contrast, seemed designed to encourage children to believe the world full of peril around every corner, consigned, as they would be, to a friendless, persecuted existence. And I don't remember every child in my world having headlice either.
On the plus side, this has given me some great pictures to deploy tactically on other people's Facebook pages.
But I remember the library being somewhere I could lose myself in an imaginary, perfect world, populated by proper goodies and baddies conceived to assist my moral development. The doorside display yesterday, by contrast, seemed designed to encourage children to believe the world full of peril around every corner, consigned, as they would be, to a friendless, persecuted existence. And I don't remember every child in my world having headlice either.
On the plus side, this has given me some great pictures to deploy tactically on other people's Facebook pages.
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