This is sort of a miracle. The picture is of my two grandchildren, Oliver and Amy, playing at home, but it comes from a film that vanished completely for over a month. It was in my car with two other films, waiting to be processed. When I went to take them out, there were only two. We searched the car thoroughly, more than once, but there was no sign of it. I assumed I must have knocked it out of the car when I took some other stuff out, and even went so far as to go and look for it where I had been parked. But nothing. I gave it up.

The other day I went to get in the car, and the film was lying in plain sight beside the driver’s seat.
This clearly demonstrates the existence of other dimensions into which things like films can slip for a while, and then reappear.

Meanwhile I went to Wells today with the poetry vending machine. Technically the PVM was in Annette and Mike’s car, following behind me. For some reason it failed to slip into another dimension and duly arrived at Wells for the weekend’s poetry festival. The trick will be getting it back. Sunny day, but bitterly cold at Wells in a northerly wind. Stunningly beautiful, though.