Now when Mr Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday morning, there was absolutely nothing to suggest that this fragile lie they had been living in was about to be shattered. They completely missed the owls. Mr Dursley went to work, shouted and ranted at people, made important phone calls and then shouted a bit more. It was at lunch time when Mr Dursley first noticed something strange, while on his daily walk he saw a group of strangely dressed folks all standing outside a baker's. He glared at them while walking past, for some reason they made him uneasy. It was while walking back, clutching a doughnut that Vernon Dursley's fragile lie of normality was broken.