Cold and dark but cosy and an ideal environment for writing. This is our ‘sommarhus’ in the Stockholm archipelago, now serving as a ‘vinterhus’. I’ve just finished a chapter that was giving me huge problems. After a terrible night last night, however – tossing and turning, greatly depressed, wracked by nightmares – it all came right this morning! Isn’t it often like that: the final bout of pain before the baby emerges? (Kajsa isn’t sure about the metaphor.)