In Shepherd’s Bush Library today, I was handed a book.
It was a Thai phrase book and dictionary.
Its owner was a young child, perhaps not quite three.
I had just had a new library card issued (a process of less than three minutes) and was now sitting in the slightly spaceship-like work zone, on one of the computers that sat in a row.
The child toddled towards me and handed me the phrasebook and when I feigned delight, promptly went back to the shelves to bring me another.
He seemed giddy that there was an endless supply, sitting, waiting, to be passed over.
I believe we might still be there now, giving and receiving books, if his mother had not physically stopped him in the end.
“Thank you,” I told him, each time.
He didn’t speak back.
But he couldn’t stop smiling.