Something weird happened to me today. I was drinking a coffee and reading my book in the cafe of a bookshop, a very rare occurrence indeed. Two children were at school, and the other was asleep in the stroller. I looked up from the page to discover that the author of the book was sitting on the next table to me. Surely, it couldn't really be him, but it was. I later saw a photo of him in the newspaper. I wonder if he noticed that I was reading his book? I hope he did. It would make my day to see a stranger reading my book in a cafe, sipping a latte, and enjoying a few quiet minutes, while her baby slept. Strange though, don't you think?