I gather we have a dog! I myself am in London at the moment, having nipped down to see my mother, who wasn’t well. I’ll be going back home this evening, and meet her for the first time. The Professor says she is very pretty, currently sad and nervous, therefore whiny and ingratiating (this was a rescue) but clearly good tempered if a little traumatised. Miss Kit is in the bedroom spitting fireworks and saying ‘no one consulted ME’, which is, alas, true. But she has fundamentally positive feelings about black labradors, so when she gets over the ‘pestilent interloper’ stage all should be well. I will, obviously, make a huge fuss of her when we get back. Nothing really horrible has happened to the new Miss Dog, just a lot which was sad and bewildering, and of course labradors DO love one day to be just the same as the next, which it wasn’t and hasn’t been for a good while. I hope she’ll be happy, and I don’t see why she shouldn’t be. I have bought her a ball; fluorescent pink with white stripes. Bet she manages to lose it on its first outing, all the same.