Harlow memories 1.

I once returned a book to the Harlow public library. It was my first (and only) visit to the library and I must of been thinking of something else at the time, for having had the book stamped. I then picked it up again. As I went to leave, I must have walked through a sensor, for a siren wailed, lights flashed as if I had been caught in the act of robbing Fort Knox.

It did have a library however and a well-stocked one. Despite my efforts to un-stock it.