Yesterday we all went to Gemma’s house and she taught us to bind books. Mine has six signatures and was bound against the rungs of a chair. It is a terrible mess and I may never have loved a book more. The main mistakes:





I would like to fill it up with writing now, in the same way that I filled it up with pages and filled the pages up with a spine and a cover made from Cressida’s trousers. There need to be beautiful, crumpled words, done as best as I can in haste.

The sad thing is that I haven’t got time at the moment to do those sorts of things. I have a list of work that has to be finished by June the 8th and I daren’t digress.