Tonight I went to the Literary and Philosophical Society library in Newcastle for a reading by the poet in residence Sheree Mack. It was great. She's a very good poet and a lovely person, who has encouraged me in my efforts. This library is one of the oldest in Britain and a magical place where I could quite easily live. Forever. Snuggled away in a corner, like an interesting but long forgotten book about something obscure, such as hedgehog quills.