1, Will working in Mamaly's flat, when we first arrived in LA. 2, Will, James and Tom in the lobby of the last hotel we stayed in before we picked up the RV. 3&4, Driving from Bear Mountain to Anaheim, view from the RV window.
We're all at Mum's at the moment, trying to rest up after a big, mad, family Christmas. Tom's escaping squeaky kids n just as squeaky grown ups by sitting in his room all day listening to heavy metal.
He's not the first to do that, and he sure won't be the last.
We just wrote a thank you letter to Lars, Tom kept wanting to ask to see him again, and ask him whether he wants to come to Mum's for cottage pie. We thought maybe we'd wait on that front. He probably isn't ready for an invite to Ashburton for a kitchen supper just yet, I mean he's hard and heavy and knows a lot about art n all that, but cottage pie in Devon. Fooph, that's mental.
Happy New Year, yessirree.
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