I'm sitting in the shop with the shutters down, feverishly ordering books and then cancelling them again because I realise that I just ordered them a minute ago...
...dreaming of numbers again.
But ok, the shutters are down. We are clothed in steel. Still they come, knocking on the door.
"Are you open?"
Mate, what do you think?
We are CLOSED.
Otherwise we will never bloody OPEN the other shop.
Gawd. I'm stressed. Where's the coffee?