Back in Time
I hate shopping. I am not a browser but more like a grab, buy and go sort of girl. However, after being ill for what seems like months, the recovery process has taken its toll on my hustle bustle switch and my legs are travelling at snail pace. This has taught me a valuable lesson: there are things worth noticing.
For the first time, I spotted an old English telephone box in the ‘Alter Markt’ of my local town. As my weary eyes peered closer, I saw the box housed books. The red relic has been put to perfect use and acts as a ‘bring and borrow’ library. Not only is it a great idea but the moment of realisation gave me a sense of nostalgia.
I remember fondly, as a child, the old, beat-up, mobile library bus that used to visit our school weekly. My sense of smell immediately recalled the smell of old paper, which had intrigued me in my younger years as I hunted for the next Ladybird book: shall I choose the Magic Porridge Pot or read The Three Billy Goat’s Gruff for the umpteenth time?
Whatever happened to those rusty, wheeled vehicles? It is such a shame children of today aren’t able to experience the excitement I felt when the back-firing monster approached the school. The visit was always followed by a small bottle of milk with a straw poked through the silver foiled cap.