Ann gives me a book about ‘box art’. It’s the first time I see Joseph Cornell and I realise belatedly that you can make art without being able to draw. We have a gas fire now, so the coal shed is available to tinker in. I tinker. I make a box for a new Southampton friend. I paint the last page of Animal Farm on the glass but it breaks in half on the coach to Wiltshire to deliver it. Glued to the top is a quote from Mimi Parent: “Knock hard: life is deaf.” But what to knock on?