Ruth came round. I haven't written a word for two days; yesterday afternoon I fell asleep for ages, which is hardly surprising after six weeks of waking up for two hours every night and waiting for painkillers to kick in.
We talked about sound and music, and I told her about a new song that I'd written.
'What do you think about when you sing it?', she asked.
'Doris Day on a horse, wearing a pair of pyjamas'.
Ruth makes videos.