In June 2000, I had settled into a cosy stay at Pilgrim's Lane. Only later would I begin to see that by providing me with so much access and comfort, Michael was buffering the biography. I don't mean that he made some sort of calculation that I would be indebted because of his generosity--although this is exactly what his nephew Paul Foot would later say: I was abusing Michael's hospitality by dealing with issues that for Michael's sake should be left out of Jill's biography. It was simply in Michael's nature, I believe, to extend his liberality, which easily segued into his thinking I would produce a biography in the same spirit of amity that characterised our jolly talks together.