January 9, 2008

In for the night

Apart from the inevitable phone bill (which was smaller than we thought) and two (2) rejections (which, though of course are nothing like acceptances, I try to tell myself are better than nothing [except in those rare circumstances in which no news is good news]), the post delivered me a cheque from Ye Olde Governmente, another cheque for writing (!!), AND a big fat London Review of Books, with Alan Bennett inside.