Laughter is my therapy of choice. And as you know, I’ve needed plenty of that while we’ve been in London. After the disappointment of Sunday’s so-called “comedy” (and I am making those quotation marks with my fingers), I found a good laugh in an unlikely place yesterday: the library.
Having read Vikram Seth’s beautiful Two Lives not so long ago, I decided to try another of his literary masterpieces. It was not available in our library, so they ordered it from another library. I got a letter last week, telling me my order was ready for collection.
I went off yesterday to collect my book. I walked up to the counter in the library and said, “I’ve reserved A Suitable Boy, and I received a letter last week to say it was ready for collection.”
The delightful young librarian behind the counter looked at me, cocked his head slightly and said, “We don’t deal in suitable boys,” and then added, sotto voce and conspiratorially, “we’re a library.”
He offered me my choice of unsuitable boy but I wasn’t too interested!
So, with the help of a forklift, he brought the hefty tome over to me. I had no idea I could read and build muscle at the same time, but I have now begun a new, hard cover relationship with 1,474 pages of Indian fiction. I think it’s going to be a very long relationship.
A laugh in a London library while lugging literature. Therapy doesn’t come better – or cheaper – than that!
A less-wordy-than-usual-and-definitely-always-less-wordy-than-Vikram-Seth Sunshine signing off for today!