Well, all bullet points were ticked on my trip South — saw new agent, did final edits for an article in the British Library, gave paper in Oxford, had haircut, spent some time with my mother, etc. etc. I have come back to find a new computer. The old one had become the bane of my life for a whole series of reasons, the letter A which has been sticking since Miss Kit was sick on it, the way it would sieze up every few minutes, and so forth. However, with computers one is invariably out of the frying pan and into the fire. I will doubtless become accustomed to it, but Windows Explorer is treacherously different, and will no longer display all the picture icons in a file as thumbnails but only one at a time, the delete key is in a different place, and in all kinds of subtle ways, the laptop, which is in effect a sort of prosthesis since I conduct about 80% of my life through it, doesn’t fit. In time, I trust I will squirm around and make it comfortable, but it is not yet my friend, and I don’t seem to be able to install my scanner. The keyboard’s not bad, though. I’m sure it will all sort out.