Get the kids up and then drive Django to Uncle Simon's. Instead of seeing him we get to see the kids specialist. She shows Django all the kit and he plays with the chair mechanism and the suction device. They give him some x – rays to see the damage.

Horror of horrors he has a couple of small cavities. I feel scared and guilty. Django has been the perfect child through out all this. No complaints or scenes. He’s the model child when he’s out. We make an appointment for his fillings!!!! He spends the next 5 minutes putting a 5 year old girl at her ease. Showing her round etc.

We go and have lunch with Simon. Simon is a dentist by trade, but has spent most of his years as a comedy writer. He used to write for the BBC show ‘Alas Smith and Jones’ and appeared in ‘Harry Enfield’ as well as other TV series, adverts and radio shows. He tells me of a short film he is about to co-write and make with Paul Merton, who I reckon is just about one of the funniest men on British TV.

The Pizza place we are in seems to be full of attractive young women. They all seem to be charmed by Django. All cheeky smiles, blue eyes and curly hair. Simon wants to know if he can spend a Saturday afternoon looking after Django as, not only is he charming company, but, it would appear, a fantastic pulling device into the bargain. When we get home later Django tells his mum that ‘I’m going to spend the day with Uncle Simon so we can get Girls for him’

We then drive to my pal Barry’s guitar shop in the east end. Called House of Guitars it’s just round the corner from Spittlefields Market. Barry has kindly lent me a Bass to record the bass parts to ‘Nirvana for Mice’. I’m going to do them myself. It seems unfair to put anyone else through this torturous time signature minefield.

Amanda went out in the evening which gave time to do some work on the new possibility. Amber, our baby daughter, had other plans for me. Teething meant she kept waking up every half hour from about 8:30.