This was turning into a great work day. Bruno Ganz was wandering around, wearing a dinner jacket. A colleague told me ‘management’ had taken Bruno out to a casino for dinner and a chandelier had fallen off the ceiling near their table. They’d all laughed.
Later I was being driven around by S&S in their red car and our road was blocked by a red (adult sized) tricycle. I got out, moved it, and then returned to the bookshop to inform the owner. “Whose is that red tricycle outside?” I asked. A young woman put up her hand and I said “Well, it’s not there anymore.” I couldn’t bear the idea of shaking her hand. It was made out of Play-Doh.