I had possibly been a bit nippy in the bookstore, there was confusion with my Society of Author's discount, there was misunderstanding on both sides, in the end I had to say: I am chronically ill, my brain sometimes has problems absorbing information. Please be patient. I would not usually reveal such a chink in my armour but I was so frustrated at not being able to do the sums. I really get more scatty by the day, it is fucking ridiculous. Totally unrelated, I love that you can make soup from anything. Really. It feels quite virtuous to boil up everything in the vegetable drawer of the fridge.