A Narrow Squeak and a Jolt of Reality
While we’re all still intact, we have to make the very most of it. And live each day to the full. And say I love you to those who matter while we can.
While we’re all still intact, we have to make the very most of it. And live each day to the full. And say I love you to those who matter while we can.
One little girl had won her trip in a competition. Her tattered library card is among the artefacts.
There will, of course, come a day when we will bury our Queen, and with her a vault of experience and goodwill. I for one, unless she outlives me, will be very sorry to see her go.
As I sat in Starbucks drafting this blog — on paper with pen in hand — and contemplating our migration from graphite to graphics, I did wonder whether any other generation will ever experience as many different kinds of writing implement as we have.
I, their mother, have ten more months to welcome my kids home from school. I shall smile and make the most of them.
At the end of the day, if we want to keep our bookshops, we must support them.