Now, whenever I play the games with the people I visit, I usually try to make them as comfortable as possible – in a chair, on a settee, on a bed, or even on a carpet with pillows. There have been a small number of occasions, however, when the place I have left them has been a kitchen floor. Two in particular come to mind.
The first was very early in my career, when I was still learning what to do the hard way. I was walking in a park when I saw this brown haired woman walking with her daughter. In itself that was nothing unusual, but the Cartier watch she was wearing and the string of pearls around her neck told a different story. She was about thirty, with brown hair cut in a bob, and was wearing a cream coloured bomber jacket with a white fur collar and trim over a dusky pink roll necked sweater, a knee length brown tweed skirt and long light brown leather boots with a two inch heel.
Her daughter was about nine or ten, and wore a red anorak over a