Soup

Exhausted by DIY repairs on Saturday and Sunday and a large pile of essay marking, I retired last night only to be kept awake by a song that nagged me to be finished. It may end up as a Helen and the Horns song because it's got an extra bit that doesn't need words. It's a bit of a Dusty Springfield song, except that I have to admit playing it to Burt Bacharach in my imagination and him adjusting it radically with a spanner and a mole-wrench and making it into a proper song, and my face falling with the realisation that I just haven't got what it takes (aha! that sounds like a song title!)
Hamilton Square has taken off and will be released on 19th June- we are doing a launch at the Perseverance in North Marylebone (in the street that has the Sea Shell on the corner) and we'll be selling tickets for that online, I'll let you know when.
Work today- both daytime and evening. Thank God I made some soup yesterday, as when I get in I will be too tired to speak, but not too tired to slurp.