I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality.

That's a big love letter," she says, squinting. I know what I'm going to say and for a moment I wish there was a film crew documenting my day-to-day life: "I've got a big heart," I say.

I was camped at the same site as her: Broughton Farm. She came over to my tent and showed me her blisters. She asked me whether I knew the reason why a blister can keep on producing fluid ad infinitum. I said that I had always wondered the same thing about mucus. One of the reasons we are together is because we have similar interests.

There will be birds and if they write your name in the sky then you can get on the buses and if they don't you have to die on the floor.

I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality.

To us and a wonderful evening of love making.

It is strange to hear your mother talk about being human because, honestly, it's too easy to forget.