Two things I love…well, actually, one thing and one person. First, the thing. Remember I wrote here about my disappointment at not being able to buy Moleskine journals at the Moleskine stall of the London Book Fair? Well, it all got to be a bit too much so I went on the internet and bought two. And here they are. Aren’t they lovely? The larger one is a replacement for the one that I keep as a diary and which is soon to be full of my fevered late night/early morning scribblings. But I’m most excited about the pocket size one, perfect to fit into my handbag, red and so quite visible and not, I must say, made of the skins of moles (the fact that they are both leather and so probably mean they are made of something else’s skin is a fact better left unmentioned). But now maybe I’ll write down all the crazy things that go through my head when I’m “at large.” Sure, I’ve always kept a small notebook with me, but this one is so much more fun to use. Aah……

And now for number two. At the last minute, a dear friend called to say she had a spare ticket to last night’s Bob Dylan concert at the Roundhouse, and did I want to go? Did I want to go, she asked. Silly. So we went even though it meant standing, which was much less of a bother than we had thought. Dylan was wonderful. Better, I think, than he was the last time I saw him two years ago at Wembley Stadium. That time he seemed somehow tired and sullen. But this time he was bouncy, smiley, full of energy. He played lots from his new album which will obviously be a must buy. But he also did a lot of what I call “guess the song.” I love this actually. He takes an old song, and as if it were a poem, he changes the “line breaks,” eliding words which you wouldn’t expect to be elided, changing cadences and rhythms so that it is both an old and a new song at once. Fantastic. Plus, I love going to a concert where the artist, and most of the audience, is even older than I am. It’s all so civilized. Dylan comes out without an annoying warm-up band at 8.00, plays his concert, finishes at 10.00, we all go home and are safely tucked away in our little beds by 10.30. Perfect! Here’s a clip I found on Youtube of the concert he played the night before. Gotta’ love the white hat, too.