The day is another return to the morass of trying to assemble pictures during the day and in the evening beginning the reassembly of my living room and kitchen while watching a Seinfeld tape. This largely involves me taking things out of cardboard boxes, into which I had put them the last time I had a big tidy, about a year ago, creating a mess greater than that which existed when I started. I’m sure it’s all part of the process. Trust the process. The tape stumbles across a BBC4 documentary about Robert Wyatt that was recorded for me, with actual performances by Mr Wyatt with the Annie Whitehead band (I wonder if he can be persuaded to take the next step and do such things in front of an actual audience. Anyway: a joy). I watch up until the Rock Bottom era before I go to bed.