End of week at IH. Pleased Toru and Luidmilla turned up to the poetry night. Jo has iritis, her left pupil is dilated and looks sore; she has experienced double vision and an aversion to bright lights. Hannah is taking a PGCE in Wales for two months.

Dad drove up from Dorset, met me off the train. Ivy is very unwell. We talked about the course and its future and he read some magazines. I showed him the house and we ate sausage rolls from the Real Meat Company. He gave me Margrave of the Marshes. 'You're a good number one son.'

'Somersault':

'Doesn't your dog get cold in the back of your truck?'
'He's alright.'