I had a vile headache yesterday, I was in and out of bed all day. I listened to Night Waves, they discussed a modern version of Molière's Le Misanthrope which is on in London just now, I would love to see it. After the radio programme, I had Tartuffe in my head - though I studied L'Avare and Le Malade Imaginaire at uni, but for some reason Molière always makes me think of Tartuffe. Today, the postman knocked with some cards, and a package containing a wee jar of tartufi, sent by a friend in Rome. I love these tiny coincidences.