Owen told me last night that he'd mentioned me yesterday in his poem-a-day, written-on-the-day, advent-calendar blog. I'd read all bar that one so when I got home I looked and found he'd provoked me into a post-midnight response. 

I've been guest poet before and today he asked whether I would be again. So I faffed around this evening with the astonishingly difficult task of trying to photograph myself pretending to play the violin for his blog.

The weird thing is that when I was last guest poet, the reason I was in that building was to have my violin valued. I don't think Owen knew that.

OK, I think we've gone round enough circles now.