Not a library...

Its a reading room, but not a sniff of a book. Its now part of canalside flats but was until very recently the train sheds for this old town. Apparently this part of the remains was where they use to do accounts during the war. Quite a lot of change for one small area.

Went to visit some old friends who have moved to a village about 45 minutes away. The girls we good as gold on the motorway so I'd definitely to that again or even try a bit further next time. Kids played like they'd never been away and even L got stuck in.

Ive have nighttime battles with L every night so far this week. Goes to bed ok, but seems to think its up for negotiation at 1am, 2am, 3am etc until the sun comes up. Im cream crackered. "i want to get in widyoo, I need a wee, need a drink, I've lost Jessie, I have a bogey". Pretty much every excuse under the sun with a lot of screaming. I'd hoped those clock watching days were behind me. Its amazing how the simplest of tasks seem challenging when youre tired. I guess thats why sleep deprivation it used for torture. Apparently you're not allowed to tie up and gag your kids for the sake of a full night's sleep these days... Pfft