After my last diary entry , bemoaning the financial perils of juggling self-employment, loan applications and the MW course fees, I received a spontaneous offer of help. A benefactress with the initials JR offered to cover my costs so far, much to the very great relief of my credit limit. (Any other would-be Samaritans out there should know that I've never tasted Cheval Blanc. Or Screaming Eagle. Or DRC or Yquem.) Anyway, with this generous financial prop in place, I launched into my studies. As any good student knows, the first act of prevarication is constructing a revision timetable. For only the most incurable of insomniacs,...