A magical and hilarious last evening for the summer term, writing to the theme of kiss. Writers came looking for some uplift, some unexpected splendour and some opportunities to write beyond their limits. The evening evoked all manner of responses: we kissed and told, kissed and made up, we recalled the healing of a mothers kiss, lipstick kisses and hersheys kisses, blowing kisses and first kisses, kisses of betrayal, kisses of passion, chaste kisses, whiskery kisses and kissing games. We commented on how important kissing is in fairystories from frogs to sleeping beauties. And this just barely touched on what was yet to emerge. My thanks to all the writers who have made this year of writing so special and so illuminating.