I regularly look after my youngest grandson (two years six months) on Mondays and Fridays - sometimes more frequently. On Friday mornings we go to the library. This routine is almost religiously observed. I don't think he would ever forgive me if we missed a visit. We choose four or five books, take them home and read them umpteen times before the next Friday. He posts the books we have brought back through the returns slot and we register our new choices ourselves. He loves to push the books with their bar codes through the red light and make them go ding. He also once virtually silenced the whole place as I wheeled him in his buggy by announcing at the top of his voice, "I love the library".
Should women have equal pay and opportunities?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic