I have just slept for three and a half days. This may be an exaggeration but it certainly feels like it. Having had a delayed flight back from Sweden, I got two hours’ sleep before flying to Edinburgh for the book festival. After four events in three days there, I then came home to organize…

Ägget Jag simmade i ett ägg. I Hagabadet hittade jag mig.

Värk Vinden viskar i björkarna. Jag är hemma, men jag har forsvunnit.

Not much to say about this apart from the fact I think it must be at least the twelfth foreign edition* of My Swordhand is Singing, and one with a special place in my heart. It’s not out till next year, but the cover seems to be fixed on, or rather the title, since the…