We used to go to the library regularly, but haven’t been since last summer. With N getting reading books from school and refusing to read his books at home himself, a library visit seems a lot of effort if I need to have him with me.
But this weekend N had requested to visit the library and get some books out. We dug out his library card, paid an extortionate £1.50 for the nearest car park (no free parking in our town and no 30 minute options) and N spent a happy 5 minutes choosing books. I think we spent longer using the computers to borrow them than it did to actually choose the books.