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The human eye likes things to look a certain way. This is the only explanation for the announcement of the next CSFG anthology having spread widely with just one change from its original posting. Somehow, my name has been edited and an extra 'l' added. Sorry, Gillian Pollack - someone has tangled you with me yet again.

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I grow cold, I grow cold. I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled under big thick boots.

I haven't been teaching TS Eliot. Yesterday, in fact, I taught a Gerard Manley Hopkins poem. The students loved it. They could hear the bird's wings beating and the ashes falling from the fire. They had concerns about finding rhythms in their own lives that they could replicate, but confidence will come.

Their joy makes me feel all nice and warm inside. I still need those big fat boots, though: Canberra is cold.