Three Wishes (Paperback)

It happens sometimes that you accidentally star in a little public Iperformance of your very own comedy, tragedy or melodrama. You're running for your morning bus, briefcase swinging jauntily, when you trip and tumble playground-style to the footpath. You're trapped in the heavy breathing silence of a crowded lift when your lover says something infuriating ('What did you just say?'), or your child asks a rather delicate question, or your mother calls on your mobile to shriek dire warnings.
You're shuffling past a row of knees in the cinema, caught in the spotlight of the previews, when you tip your popcorn into a stranger's lap. You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently with someone in a position of Activate power: a bank teller, a dry-cleaner, a three year old.