My mother has come up to see me, bringing with her a bag of goodies from the Real World Consultant, who’s been buying seeds on the internet again: Proteas, exotic peonies, and a Travellers Tree — that beautiful palm which arranges its leaves as a single giant, flat fan. Can grow to twenty feet. Further greenhouse excitements beckon. I am also delighted to say that we have taken delivery of the Canadian Professor, remarkably unbowed by many hours in the air. Miss Kit is charming everybody, with the exception of Mrs Grey, and being good.