At the library

My brain has had enough of being insulted by the BBC adaptation of John Wyndham‘s excellent Day Of The Triffids so I’ve come up here to blog instead.  I shall try not to insult your intelligence quite so egregiously as the Triffids writer has been insulting mine.

We’ve had another rather nice family day today.  It was the second day running when the girls didn’t wake up until 9am (imagine me punching the air as I write this!) and we had nothing urgent to do.  The Lovely Melanie was invited to a Scrabble afternoon with the girls and so, after asking me at least five times whether I minded her going out and leaving me alone with my children, it came to pass that I was left in charge of two small children.

I do get a bit edgy at the prospect of being left with the girls, alone, and with no plans for the time.  I prefer for us to be out and about, engaged in something, going somewhere, whatever – anything but being stuck in the house.  It’s as much because I know I’ll get a bit bored and snappy as any other reason, something which isn’t their fault; I just end up feeling a bit cornered if we stay in the house.  The Lovely Melanie is far better than I am at planning for this kind of situation.

Which is why we ended going to Bexleyheath on the bus to visit – of all places – the central library there.

It may sound rather unexciting, but the return trip takes an hour or so, and with some time spent at the library and buying groceries that’s pretty much the whole afternoon taken care of.  And it turns out the central library in Bexleyheath is pretty good – particularly if you’re a reading family, as we most assuredly are.

Millie, first of all, was gobsmacked by the size of it (I wasn’t – though it may be a lot bigger than Bexley Village library it’s still only about the size of a five-a-side pitch) and the array of books, DVDs and computers on display.  She took about three minutes and 20 seconds to choose her alloted four books – and that’s including changing her mind five times when I suggested she actually look beyond the first four books she saw!

Secondly, AmberG…

Ahh, AmberG – she picked up some books and was interested in them – mainly in carrying them around and showing them to Millie, though (Amber’s the least bookish of the family – and not because she’s the youngest, either).  Until, that is, I showed her a Noddy book.  Noddy is one of Amber’s favourite toys at the moment.  She knows nothing about him, other than that she loves the toy Noddy we have at home.

She squealed, shouted “Noddynoddynoddynoddynoddynoddynoddynoddynoddynoddynoddynoddy,” plonked herself down in the middle of the floor with the book and sat there repeating “noddynoddynoddynoddynoddynoddy” for the next five minutes, refusing even to let go so the librarian could stamp the holy gospel of Noddy.

Then Millie discovered the children’s DVD section, which almost completely blew her tiny mind.  Then I discovered a DVD copy of Mega Shark Vs. Giant Octopus, which had the same effect upon me. 🙂

Once we’d got Noddy stamped AmberG promptly ran off, and I had to send Millie in hot pursuit of her.

This isn’t as crazy as it sounds because once Millie locates Amber they both start laughing and screaming hysterically making them both easy to find.  It got trickier when Millie needed to use the loo.  Amber and I waited outside, but then Millie shouted out for me to help her – no toilet roll in there – so I had to go in and give her some tissue from my pocket (I’m a dad, I always have tissue on me somewhere).  Amber G saw a split-second opportunity and took it, racing off into the depths of the library as fast as her little legs could carry her.

Fortunately, Millie quickly finished her ablutions and was able to track her down within 30 seconds (Amber knows nothing of stealth…).

So I thought we had a smashing afternoon, despite the abysmal weather.

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