On David's last point, I am working on it. If I succeed, I'm not going to tell you all how. If I find I can't manage it, I'll go for adoption instead. Beneath the PRS I've always felt like a stray dog – or a member of an endangered species. But the officers of the society do well by their pets. I know: they send me their magazine, and there they all are, grinning expensively from their shiny pages. My own earnings from the PRS all these years, amount to 29p (no exaggeration). So I'd be well motivated to fetch papers for them, or whatever you have to do.