It’s summer but it’s not warm. Greta Thunberg is wearing a lilac scarf and ear muffs. Yes ear muffs. She’s at the newsstand buying a newspaper. She doesn’t have a smartphone. She’s got a Phillips Savvy. But she still wants to know what’s going on. She’s 38 and her hands are freezing. The newsagent recognises her and is not polite. “Thank you,” smiles Greta Thunberg. The newsagent smiles with his mouth but not his eyes. Definitely not his eyes. He preferred ice creams and panic to mittens and misery. Panic gave you something to do. Gave Greta something to do, too, to be honest. She takes her paper and brings it to a park bench. There’s a pigeon standing on the seat. “Excuse me may I sit,” says Greta. And the pigeon smiles with her mouth but not her eyes, and says, “No.”