To Edgware

Recording with Robin, first thing, then after a certain amount of faffing trying and failing to find a workaround for the time lag in my channel when we are recording, which is ruining the quality of what we do. Then a fish pie lunch, and up off to Mum's, arriving at little after six. 

The trains pleasantly undisrupted, which made the journey almost pleasant. I enjoyed listening to Will's audiobook, read by him, called The Cut That Wouldn't Heal, which Callum said was his favourite of Will's books. It is a kind of memoir about his father's death. A strange experience hearing him reading it, having just seen him having experienced a bad stroke, and to listen to him describing his mother, days after meeting her myself. Shortly after it really started reminding me of of Knausgaard and then he began to talk about Knaussgaard. Will reads it very well. There is a lot of craft in it, making it fascinating to follow. 

Picked up some tortilla chips, hummus, and coleslaw at Mill Hill broadway and walked to Mum's house. I was a bit early, but we sat watching M*A*S*H for a couple of hours. I enjoy doing this with mum, chatting and sipping some wine.

A publicity shot of Will for the publicity of The Cut that Wouldn't Heal.