Last week a triangle waved to me. It was about my height and definitely a triangle shape but it had arms with chubby hands. I was in the car, as a passenger, and I waved back. No-one else was waving so when I did the poor ignored triangle put its chubby hand on its heart. ‘Did you see that?’ I asked my chauffeur (The LSO). ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘It was someone dressed as a slice of pizza to advertise the new take-away.’
No way! To me it will always be a magical triangle.