I HAVE my vape merchant in town, my book dealer, my preferred vegetable stall in the market, my cheesemonger, my baker. My garagiste keeps the cars running. Beppino does me for ice cream, Lidl for nuts, Waitrose for tea and the Algerian Coffee Co sends us coffee beans by post. My bank still has a branch in town, as do my tailors, Mencap and Oxfam. After some heady experiments in plant hire, I have Geoff, with his digger, on speed dial, and, of course, a plumber, an electrician and a lawyer.
Together they comprise, I guess, what the great 18th-century politician Edmund Burke called the little platoons, ‘the decent drapery of life’, and mine is unique, like a fingerprint, a constellation of excellent and helpful people whom I like and…
