I have decamped; left my little office at the bottom of my garden and have taken up a desk at Old Broadcasting House on Woodhouse Lane in Leeds. Every morning at 8am I pack my sandwiches and a banana and get onto my bike and cycle up from home to my ‘new work environment’.

Basically my old iMac has died [after seven years of hard writing and beginning to creak and protest a bit when I try to do more than one thing at a time with it] and I’m hiring the use of the super technology here, and enjoying the endless free coffee, until I bite the bullet and get myself a new Macintosh computer and can return to the comparatively rural environs of Headingley. I reckon it’ll be sorted by the end of the month.

The new office is fab, full of lively designers and creative folk who all seem very young and fresh-faced to me. It’s in a bit of an iconic building, once home to the BBC and Radio Leeds, it was originally the old Carlton Hill Quaker Meeting House, looking a bit like an imposing chapel in soft coloured stone not far out of the city centre.

I’m surrounded by building work as Leeds Metropolitan University takes to the sky, and in spite of the noise am getting loads done here. There appear to be no disadvantages to this temporary arrangement apart from the fact that when you write a sonnet on a 30 inch screen, anybody passing can read it over your shoulder. It can make you feel a little shy…..