I woke up at dawn to write G-File. Put in a solid 4 hours and . . . lost it. I’m not sure how I managed to do it. I thought I’d saved it but must have closed it without saving it. Anyway, I am very, very, very, very cross. Losing fun writing you like is incredibly dispiriting because it feels like you can never, ever, get it back. I’m also apologetic. If I find it, I’ll send it out. Otherwise no G-File today. Sorry.