This week has been strange I did a bin-raid with Jamie on Wednesday very early in the morning at a place where I found out my father lived in 2003 in a little village near Cambridge. It was going to be some stupid Sophie Calle wannabe art project but it didn’t go to plan as he was actually in the garden. I hadn’t seen him for 18 years and had been told that he had killed himself the bin raid was to find out. I knocked on the door and he answered in his underpants and showed me in to a tsunami of crap: papers, chairs upside-down, food, like a weird badgers set! my dreams of being adopted had to be abandoned at this point, the genetic fingerprint all too evident as he sat in a pile of crosswords in his underwear with a boiled egg on his lap. I taped it all but I was an idiot really doing it- although the old snake had definitely lost his fangs. I have slept for the rest of the week-think it overwhelmed me didn’t think I would ever see him again. I don’t
know how the hell you handled your father dying-I am in admiration. How do you feel? I hope you are ok-you seemed brilliant last time I saw you.
Anyway…I wondered if you are free any of the weekend of the 21st/22nd/23rd June but you might be looking after Poppy or knackered after Manchester- would 20th July time be better for you? if you really busy could: wave to me across the street/have a drink/go to the archive/car boot whatever you fancy. Ps you and Paul are always welcome in Suffolk. (ha ha that sounds like a threat doesn’t it!)
Bye bye Ells
Annabel xx
