Come in, Come in, there’s plenty of room for everyone. Find a seat, we’ve all sorts, a cosy chair by the fire, a squishy sofa under the window, a chair to soothe a bad back, huge beans bags to slide into, cushions on the floor, there’s toys in a basket for little ones to enjoy and the kettle’s on for a pot of tea. Help yourself to a cake, I baked them this morning, come in come in.
Let me spin you a yarn and let your imagination fly, can you see the shelves stacked with all sorts of books, all calling to you softly to be read. Old favourites, classics, serials, and short stories, poetry, and plays. Can you imagine their covers? Can you see the colours? Can you hear the words whispering to you?
Look all around, the coffee table is spilling with new titles fresh of the…
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