Later he took a walk through the park, he watched children playing, joggers running by and, perhaps, he stopped for a short while and fed some pigeons. Then he moved on and, happily, nobody stopped him and demanded he pose for a photograph.
Later he set off for home, where he lived with his wife and daughter. Maybe they watched a film together and, after dinner, perhaps he read for a while or painted while listening to music. None of this was interrupted by telephone calls pestering him to come to the studio or take part in a television interview.
He went to sleep that night feeling content and the next day he woke up early; happy that he could do it all over again.