Due to various reasons, it’s been a long time since I managed to post anything. My most humblest apologies, but – if you know me at all by now, you’ll know that there will be no excuses! Time to get back to it, there’s so much still to say.
As has been the case for the last couple of months (but this time largely down to something more trivial) I don’t have an awful lot of time right now, so this will be brief. Nothing wrong with that – brevity being the soul of wit, and all that – and that’s what we’re about here at thejustaboutlifeblog; distilling things down to a few simple, easy to remember points that get us ahead and keep us there.
Anyway, I digress..
To set the scene – I’ve started doing quite a lot of work for one client, and most of my time with them is currently being spent at one site. I always try to take a lunch break, to reap the many benefits of a little exercise and fresh air, and occasionally I walk past the village library. Now, I had always assumed that you had to live in a certain area to join the local library of that area, and as we don’t live in the same area as the library in question, I never even stuck my head in the door. Until yesterday lunchtime, that is, when I finally plucked up the courage to go in there for a nose around. And guess what? I found out that I can indeed join – they don’t care where in the UK I live. So I did, I joined that there library, and took 3 books out immediately.
I still consider myself incredibly fortunate to live in an age and society where we have these oases of resource-filled calm within stumbling distance of most Wetherspoons. The library in question is not a huge one, but it’s still got plenty of decent-looking reading material to keep me busy, internet access, wifi, it’s air conditioned, and did I mention – it’s FREE? Over the last few years I’ve probably been guilty of buying too many books – I bet you know the drill; you buy far more books than you could possibly ever read in the time before you go again and buy some more! I could have saved myself a bit of dough had I just used the library, and I wouldn’t have had the storage headaches at home either.
NOTE: I very,very rarely buy new books, I’m a charity shop book-buyer. It’s one of my simple pleasures in life. Browsing through their endless shelves of as-new books, and looking for the hidden gems amongst the mountains of “I’m A Celeb (Except I’m Not.. Or Am I.. Who Cares?)” autobiographies.
Once I’m done with chastising myself for not having re-discovered the wonders of the local library sooner, I’ll be posting again. Until then, enjoy the football and, if you’re Spanish or Australian, maybe pop down your local library at half-time and get yourself a self-help book on “Coping With Loss”.. and return them again soon before us English need them 😉
PS – This post is deidcated to Mrs JAL, who quietly (what other way is there?) joined our local library a couple of months ago and brought home some books to help us:
a) grow a higher quality, and a bigger quantity of crops in the JAL trial vegetable patch
b) prepare interesting and healthy foods for a 1-year old who’s allergic to almost everything
– Mrs JAL (and junior JAL) – you are my inspiration!