It’s always a good moment, when you begin slowly to realise that battling the weather, traffic system, bus schedules, etc. to meet the first lecture of the day is over for a while. Seventy-odd lectures have been more or less successfully given - given, at any rate. The weather is vile: as promised, it has got warmer, but what that meant, coming home, was scouring, near-horizontal sleety rain. Even the dog thinks it a bit much, and what the cat makes of it I have yet to find out. Meanwhile, we have a domestic crisis: the excellent Olga has vanished. On the first of her days this month, she rang in with the dread winter vomiting virus, last week, we were pretty much snowed in, but this week she’s disappeared. I don’t think she can possibly be illegal because she was briefly in need of income support and could hardly have asked for it if she hadn’t built up some rights, but she seems to have vanished. Meanwhile we are knee deep in black fur because neither of us has had time to deal with it; kitchen yes, hoovering, no. But I think I’d better get it sorted out before we start looking like a Joseph Beuys installation.