My awful dream

I woke at 5.30 from a horrible dream about my book launch on June 9th. I got to the bookshop early to sort out last minute stuff and found a crowd of eager friendly guests already there – most of whom I didn’t know. One of them asked me if my friend Jane was bringing the books along later, and I said “No, why?” and she said “Because there don’t seem to be any here.”

I couldn’t see any books either, so I rushed downstairs to speak to one of the bookshop staff and he said in an off-hand way - “No, they’ve not arrived. But, it doesn’t matter, we’d only have sold about 80, anyway.”

This was not a comfort.