Last week I was in London. I was there to discuss a set of designs we must prepare next autumn for windows we will make in 2016.
And so, leaving myself sufficient time between meetings, I called in to see a dear sculptor friend of mine.
He’s hugely talented. Famous too: successful. You’d probably recognise his name.
But despite his vast fame and talent, one look told me how upset he was. Anxious. Agitated.