Rorschach Latte and James Bond

In which I learn about British pop culture and don't write anything

Dear Friends,

Hello! I write to you from a coffee shop where I left my computer yesterday! I have obviously now recovered my computer, but that should indicate to you something about my mental status and the chaos of life at the moment. I have only just managed to sort out the winners of my little You are a Tree give away (see Instagram! Oh, and as a reminder: if you purchase a copy of You are a Tree and send me a screen shot of your receipt (thejoynessthebrave@gmail.com) I will give you one month of access to the paid level of Substack. Onward!

My work on the Ishiguro article has slowed down almost to a halt. I give as an excuse for this the following: my house is still in disarray as the repairs and painting are not complete, it’s pitching season for Plough (which entails lots of emails and admin), and I had to go to Edinburgh for errands. Though, in truth, I believe I am suffering from what, only a week ago on an interview with Premier Magazine I said I rarely suffered from: writer’s block! Ah, well. Humble pie etc.