Somehow, and part of me still doesn’t quite know how, it turns out we’re having a party. We don’t usually have parties, and I don’t know if we’re any good at it, but we’re doing it. Why? Year’s end. Charles is visiting. We have some books to sell. All good reasons. When? Sunday. Where? Here. Who’s coming? Well, we are, and we invited some people. You could probably come too, if you love SF, know us, live in the area, and are free. Drop us an email first, though. It should be good. Marianne is doing most of the organising, so it’ll be better than if it I did it, certainly.