Today, his brother's got the van to make a collection from Polygram (and to keep Rufus, their bull terrier, with him and out of trouble).
Going through stock this morning, Harry opened up a cardboard box full of reggae and Jamaican imports. He has a terrible feeling that Ashley Watkins got the box meant for a Carpenters Fan Club Sale.
Now on his way to swap boxes.
Nothing personal? Got to see the funny side, don't you? Somehow Harry doesn't think Ashley will.
Maybe, thinks Harry, I should go into classical. Different kind of clientele. After all there's that second hand shop by Waterloo. They do all right, and the same places will supply job lots of old Nigel Kennedy stuff. Three Tenors and all that.
He decides to talk to Terry when he gets back from the Elephant.