No flies on me.

Today we sat in the Ligne Roset showrooms waiting for the madding crowds fail entirely to arrive.

The adoring fans and the autograph hunters were no doubt themselves waiting for the evening's function we thought, as we sat in the stillness broken once only, and then by a solitary person who was asking for directions.

It was quite eerie really, as though someone had decided that it would be a retail-free day.

By the time it was party o'clock, we really had no idea what to expect, but should have known better. Sure the people who had indicated and interest in the paintings failed to arrive, but by golly those that did turn up did so with enthusiasm that is quite intimidating.

Once again, today finished in the wee small hours of tomorrow.