Django wakes up early at the moment. So, like it or not, the day starts at around 6:30. This is regardless of when I went to bed.

My wife has

a) trained him from an early age to call my name when he wakes and

b) Can sleep through anything.

So it was my turn again.

I give him his Milk, changed him and get some breakfast down him. This morning I even got his sister up and fed her too. Then, there are the seemingly endless negotiations to facilitate the short journey from door to car. Then off to Nursery.

I’m too old for this.

By the time I get into the studio at 9:00 I already feel like I have completed a day’s work.

Spent the first hour recording a conversation with Sid Smith about the album. Once edited and some of the tracks are slipped in, this will be available for what is called a ‘Pod cast’. Hmmm. Not sure about this either, still I’ll give a go.

Recalled the acoustic piano and guitar duet on the Mac.

This a tune that Lyndon has written for the record, as he’s coming over later to finalise it. Much to my amazement, and for the first time in our personal history, Lyndon arrives not several hours late, but 5 minutes early!!!!

Ian McDonald calls from New York. His dad died. He flies to the UK next week. At the risk of being accused of cynical opportunism I ask him to bring his flute!

Another evening spoilt by the noise, screaming, abuse, and shattering glass of the nextdoor neighbours from hell. 2 Police cars and an ambulance later and I don’t feel like dinner. So we drink some wine and try to imagine we live somewhere else.

‘From the window of our honeymoon

The night looks a might bizarre

They’re burning us in effigy as smoke blots out the stars’

Peter Blegvad circa 1983