Again the post brings no computer part so posts continue compromised. But who cares? It is my birthday. The sun shines. My mother wins the present stakes by a thousand yards so I now have a gorgeous new artefact above my chimneypiece. I am forty-three. The narcissistic picture of the day is me at two. So serious. What WAS I thinking about? Wondering about the wisdom of that headgear? Green and red feathers – too much?