There is something about library doormats that get to me. I know, odd. Its a childhood thing. It maybe because the only decent thing bout Hometown-on-Sea was the library and they had one of these beauties at the entrance. Or it maybe cos I have thing for OCD. Or rubber. Whatever. I love finding them. Usually in libraries, this was at the back of Brighton University’s St Peter’s Library, and always rare (that harsh charcoal grey carpet stuff now prevails) but when I do step on one I feel happy. That wiggle, the slight give, the smell, that sensation underfoot as you enter a place of books that Edina would hate. Odd but my kind of oddness.
You know how it is. Life’s little things are the perfect distractions.