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I'm having something of a manic week on work, but rather enjoying it, somewhat perversely. In the interstices, I've managed to fit in listening to a Law Lord preach heresy about the interpretation of contracts, go and see the Caravaggio exhibition at the National (highly recommended: small but perfectly formed) and worry about stuff. Which is all well and good, but I'm somewhat failing to keep up with my major purpose in life, finding things to write about here...