Сейчас перечитываю первую часть «Гарри Поттера» и ловлю себя на мысли, что скоро превращусь в дядю Вернона 🤡

Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.