It's 1.23 a.m., and I'm putting in all the corrections sent to me from Edinburgh by my daughter Norah. Like her sister Felicity she has a thing about em dashes. Unfortunately I can't seem to create one with this program.
Also the scanner has developed a serious case of dust rash - UNDER the glass bed. I'm going to have to take the whole damn thing apart and re-scan some of the most affected images.
Enough is enough is enough. I'm going to bed.