I haven’t got long; George will be shutting up his shop soon. He always stays open a bit later on a Friday night to try and catch keen music buyers on their way home from work with their weekly pay packets clutched in their hot little hands. He’s been doing it for years, he once told me. It was one of the best things he ever did when he first started up, and he’s been doing it ever since. I can see now how George has kept that shop running for so long; he was way ahead of his time even back then – by which I mean now. Oh, this time travel thing is still confusing me, and I’ve been living in 1963 for nearly a week. When I told Ellie and Harry what I was going to do with my spare ticket they were fully behind me. As Harry pointed out, he’d have enough excitement on Monday auditioning for George Martin without anything else happening, and Ellie’s response was much the same. ‘Jo-Jo, I’ll be up to me neck in flour and icing sugar on Sunday making these cakes for Sir Joseph’s niece on Tuesday.
