With typical aplomb I hurt my back on Boxing Day - brushing my teeth. I was forced to stay in bed. At least - at last! - I finished Wolf Hall. Such relief! Am in a festive haze of NSAIDs and co-codamol. It suits the time of year, such limbo, no man's land, neither here nor there, everything is shapeless. I surprised myself by watching a whole episode of Top Gear, they drove across the Middle East. Tomorrow, I will be glued to Dr Zhivago and cry my eyes out. Then my nephews come, I hope I am in less pain. I leave you with a fine post from Digitalesse on self-help books. I still have one of Dig's photos on my kitchen wall, a beautiful white cup.