I wish I were rich. I wish that on days like today I could quit my job and never look back. I would open a small bookshop which also sell stationery and fountain pens, and have a kitty sleeping in the corner. I would be a confusing mix of Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail, and Dylan Moran in Black Books; shouting at noises kids but loving the shy, bookish ones. I’d travel the world sourcing stock for my precious little shop, and wear crazy and interesting clothing so little kids would believe me to be a witch.