Alas and alack

Here?

Or here?
Not here, I don't think it's built yet.

Alas and alack. No louche poets, Sobranie Black Russian cigarettes and Glasgow cafes for me this year. Deferred my Masters due to the Essex situation, but they assure me I can go in 2010. Good job really, as I had made little impact on my reading list.

Still, two recent e-mails have made me smile.

The first:

Can you please supply and invoice Dumfries and Galloway Libraries for the following,
2 copies of your book The Fat Plant.

The second:

I would like to order copies of Fat Plant for the festival bookshop - can you supply these?

I'm back down to Essex today for a long weekend of hospital visiting and parent supervision (is that the right term for looking after one's mother?), so catch you all on Monday. I hope. So does husband, actually (temporary single parenthood not easy).

And guess who'll be buying Dan Brown at the airport? Churlish not to. I hope Tom Hanks is in it.

Here!