December dreams of a lost lecture. Going to give my lecture I look in my Bauhaus briefcase. It’s not there. Did I forward it in attachment to the host? Back at work the medieval computers open, none with the lecture. The theatre will be filling with people. Did the printout go somewhere obvious? Home is friendlier. The computer comes to life. Friends rummage through Pre-Raphaelite furniture overfilled with papers. It’s passing 12 midday, time for the lecture. My host will be giving an introductory speech. The lecture is nowhere to be seen. It has 23 jokes, one every two minutes.