In for the night

Apart from the inevitable phone bill (which was smaller than we thought) and two (2) rejections (which, though of course are nothing like acceptances, I try to tell myself are better than nothing [except in those rare circumstances in which no news is good news]), the post delivered me a cheque from Ye Olde Governmente, another cheque for writing (!!), AND a big fat London Review of Books, with Alan Bennett inside.