Unlike the last time, I didn't read this book in the actual shop in which it was set. That's because the Cat and Cauldron was closed. I waited forlornly on the pavement, looking every now and again at the 15th century pub over the road. That worked.
Trevor Jones emerged, "I've got a pint in there!"
"Your shop is shut and I want to buy your book." Stare off. Large sigh. Trevor opened his shop.
Within minutes I'd emerged again clutching a hard-back edition of the second installment of 'Diary of a Witchcraft Shop'. It was signed by the authors. I relocated to the George and Pilgrim pub, where Liz Williams was waiting, to begin reading it.
Trevor didn't return. His open shop door attracted the hordes. It took him nearly an hour to get away. How he must love having me around.