Wednesday, 4 August 2010

FiftyFive ~ # 55

What a day! desk cleared but painting the front room, och. My arms ache, my throat is dry and I sound like Paolo Nutini singing this other verion of 12345 with KP. Hard to believe he is so young. Its live and a wee bit rough, he sounds like an auld drunk at a Scottish wedding. But its good just the same. Judge for your self. But this is just a short one because I am off to the airport to collect my boy - who has been holidaying with my brother and his boys. I can't wait to see him.