“When I play these songs, I think of our little kitchen window in our old London flat. And how we pushed the sofa into the kitchen so we could still talk to each other while Lien cooked. And at night, I would open the window, sit on the arm of the sofa and smoke. And I’d wait for Lien to come home from work. And we’d tell each other about our day. And Lien would complain about work and I would tell her what our horoscopes were. And we would go to the Railway for a pint and watch the sun set. And we couldn’t believe that this was our life and how much we loved every minute of it.”
— Isabel