Now for a complete change of pace.
For this chapter, leave your emotions at the door.
I will not tolerate any sentimentality in this chapter. Only unemotional, unfeeling automatons allowed. There will be no ‘I love it SOOOO much! Honey, let's get this one!'
Crying is banned. I won't be allowing you any tantrums at missed auctions, there will be no butterflies about it the night before and, certainly, if you think you can do this with a view to doing something nice for the world, then put this book down and go find a tree to hug.
Airy-fairy, like it or don't like it, ‘could see us snuggling up on the couch, which would go here, watching the TV over there' … there'll be none of that crap in this