I know this is ridiculous, but my 13½-month-old grandson has been bitten by the typewriter bug. Magnus’s craze started a week or so ago when I was showing him the three portables that are sitting in his parents’ bookcases, lining a wall of their loungeroom. There’s a 1960s Consul, a 40s Royal Model B and a 50s Glasgow-made Remington which I redubbed the Golightly-Riter. After that, Magnus was constantly pointing to the three and asking to be lifted so he could press the keys. So the Go-Lightly has been taken down off the shelves and placed at his level. I jokingly suggested, “Never too young to start typing”, thinking this would be a rapidly passing phase. It hasn’t turned out that way. On a visit to the typewriter workshop yesterday, Magnus’s eyes lit up when he saw a swag of spare parts typewriters lined up. Yes, he assumed they were there for his immediate use!