All those hollering youngsters are constantly coming in from the school and making a racket and whooping and shouting and running around. It s a library for Gods sake. My father always used to say that silence is golden and that talking too much was the sign of an idle mind. Heaven forbid that any of my family didn t know this rule. I mean, Dennis is constantly prattling on about something or another but neither I nor my two sons or indeed their wives and my grandchildren are known to talk much.
Silence is golden.
I m getting on now. I do hope that everything works out satisfactorily and that people once again learn to respect the sanctity of the library. It is indeed a place for quiet reflection. I've persuaded Dennis to give up that mutt Reggie to a home for a while whilst we visit my mother in Eastbourne. You know, I haven't seen her since Christmas last year and there is so much to catch up on.