It was a close call. During this last week of college work, I wasn't sure I would actually make it to Friday. But it's amazing how this always somehow happens (or has always somehow happened so far). I've just read that Adrian Mitchell has left the world. People are fragile. We don't continue forever.

Somehow, I seem to have missed flagging the fact that Eleanor recently won the Second Light Poetry competition. Yeay!! (http://www.secondlightlive.co.uk/news.shtml#Comp). Please cut and paste that link - Wordpress won't let me add it as live link, because I should have put it in back at the start...

The launch of four pamphlets and the seasonal merriment last Saturday went beautifully. There was a really lovely atmosphere, especially with Edinburgh bathed in frosty chill outside. The Mai Thai restaurant did us proud - -and I think it was the most packed launch we have ever had. All four poets did masterful readings, and there were poet pop-ups in between.

Oh bother! After writing a whole set of paragraphs in the HappenStance Story Chapter 3 about the pain of errors and having to learn to live with it, there was a bebo, I mean booboo, in the first line of my verse Christmas card. How many times have I read that card? How many weeks did the prototype sit in the dining room table? I don't think I would ever have seen it said 'Bards of Bards' instead of 'Bard of Bards' if someone hadn't written and pointed out the 'clunker'.

No doubt about it, this blog has received a resounding 'not noticed you exist' reaction.

I'm midway through the maniacal Chapter 3 post-out, picked it up from the printer yesterday. The number of subscribers creeps up all the time, even with one or two dropping out. Last night, I had just started doing the labels for the envelopes when the computer stopped talking to the printer. This happens from time to time. However, usually I can sort it out quickly.