|I'm the blur on the left, Neil Gaiman is the blur on the right.|
I think my friend Eilidh's hands might have been shaking with excitement.
He also read a short excerpt of the book, and I think there is nothing better, in literary terms, than hearing an author read his own work. It was spellbinding and I didn't want him to stop!
On the way home, walking through the park, I saw an owl flying around. I ended up spending about a quarter of an hour just watching this bird as it flew close with perhaps curiosity, either that or my walking through the park was disturbing tasty prey for it. It ended up perching on a fence post not too far away from me, and we watched each other for a while before leaving in opposite directions.