As many of you pointed out, Harborough Library has computers and I am using one at this very moment, although it is jolly busy and I had to book an hour’s slot, which won’t be nearly enough time.
I love and hate libraries in equal measure. I never, ever use the library because I can’t get my head round the concept of reading a book and then GIVING IT BACK. This is a monstrous idea, although the people who have just moved three and a half thousand of them from my old house to my new house may well beg to differ. I also dislike the fact that libraries are no longer quiet. As I type, I can hear a wretched baby howling in the play area (sic) and there is a school group in the children’s section who are talking in normal voices and clapping. It’s all wrong. Where are the crusty, sour-faced individuals insisting that if the old man in the corner continues to breathe in such a loud and wilful way he will be ejected forthwith?
On the other hand, a well-stocked library should be a haven of knowledge, creativity and mental exploration that opens a world of learning to anyone who cares to look. Also, instead of scary librarians with dyspeptic personalities, we have a charming, well-spoken young man with a long ginger ponytail who clearly loves his job and can never give one enough help. Swings and roundabouts, you see.