Cheez I love this singing racket.  As previously observed, just what I don't need, something else to love.*   I could wish I were less irresistibly drawn to things I'm not very frelling good at, but this is probably all part of the master plan to keep me fit enough to go on writing novels.  Which I hope I am good at** but it is an awful lot of hard work.***

            I lost about five days' singing, I think, to the last mad rush on PEGASUS, and when I started trying to practise again, it...