Remember when we used to see each other all the time? It was great, wasn’t it? You, me and a whole lot of Doctor Who novels hanging out on a Tuesday afternoon after primary school. Who knew that all of time and space existed within your dowdy walls?

Like Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, another story you shared with me, we even went travelling together. A new town in a new country always equalled a new library card.

When I was penniless, jobless and miles from home, you were there. You oriented me. You filled my head, my backpack and my hours.

And yet, and yet, we have drifted apart. Well, you haven’t. You have remained resolute and steadfastly selfless. Your doors and books are still open.