Bizarre dreams last night, which is almost certainly the consequence of too much cheese before bedtime. One dream in particular managed to wake me up; I dreamed that I’d gone back to Upminster, where I grew up, and found that the rather pleasing 1960s library had been mostly demolished (almost exactly 5/6ths demolished, since I paced it out in the dream) and that the front had been replaced with a ghastly Victorian gothic revival church-like exterior. The innards were no better; the current light and airy interior had been replaced with a gloomy vault, and there was absolutely no wheelchair access to be seen. I can remember ranting about this appalling decision (and threatening to invoke the wrath of the Twentieth Century Society) to all and sundry, including the librarians and the architect. Sadly there are no photographs of Upminster library on the web, so I can’t really demonstrate why I was so upset about the change.
Besides dreaming of libraries, I’ve been hitting the sales with
Finally for those that missed it (most likely