11 August 2016
Finally I managed to drag CJ out of the art gallery and down the stairs. What I wanted to do next was go home and see Commando and his broken leg. CJ had other ideas though. We made it as far as the foyer. Then he spotted a baby zebra through the door of the library.
“How many zebras are there in the library?” he asked.
“Loads and loads,” I said with a sigh. I knew exactly where this was going and it reminded me of when he was a little boy. There were always lots of questions and they were usually designed to take me in circles until he got what he’d wanted all along.
“It probably wouldn’t take all that long to find them though, because they’re all in the same place.” Continue reading A very noisy library