Life is frantic these days. It’s like being pursued by a gorgon, with each mini head yelling at me to get something done. It’s all happening. What is? Too much, you’ll be relieved to hear, to list and to pick over right now. I have a thousand things to do, including, now, at 11 p.m. on a Friday night, the need to pack for a party weekend in Yorkshire and a complicated business day in Nottingham on Monday.… READ MORE.... …