It could be the beginning of a nursery rhyme. Philip Green is in his counting house, counting out his money. For that's how it feels, sitting with the multi-billionaire retailer (not a phrase I'm required to write very often) in his office in Bhs's headquarters at London's Marylebone Road.
Green's on top of the world. It's towards the end of the day, but the place is a hive of activity, with most of the buzz coming from Green himself.
The mobile phone rings. He doesn't tell the caller he'll ring back. He takes the call and talks animatedly about some deal or other. His PAs come in and out with messages. They don't speak, but put scribbled notes in front of him. He glances at them and barks instructions immediately.