Eleven texts in the second series of Morse Solids. That's not one a day but more or less one every two days. The routine is to assemble lines, type up, then compose, leave alone, jiggle and fidget, print off. If it doesn't come, it doesn't come. If it's getting too self-conscious, I let alone. Look ahead to the next one rather than become anxious about what's behind. I'm going to see if I can push this through to the end of the month. That'll be the time to take stock.

Googling the other day, I was astonished to find that there is an actual scientific term - Morse Solids.

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A few days' pages of Finnegans Wake to catch up on.

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Grilled salmon on top of yesterday's leftover lentils with bacon. Olive oil, flat-leaf parsley, garlic and lemon dressing. As simple as that.

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"Monkey pants" - the current catchphrase from the Clarice Bean CD. Up to Chapter Five of David Walliams' The Boy in the Dress.

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Have to explain to a class that "you knocked up Mrs Hudson" does not mean what they think in The Speckled Band.