But the truth is I’m heartbroken. I feel as if a part of me has died. And no one can ever make it right.

People are always telling you that change is a good thing. But all they’re saying is that something you didn’t want to happen at all has happened. My store is closing this week. I own a store. Did I ever tell you that? It’s a lovely store. In a week it will be something depressing like a Baby Gap. Soon we’ll just be a memory. In fact, some foolish person will probably think it’s a tribute to this city. The way it keeps changing on you, or the way you can never count on it. I know because that’s the sort of thing I’d say.