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I have been writing the Bogeyman book all day and am fair puggled but the word count is slowly rising - although I will rewrite today's in a more approachable style because i have been trying to get the critical ideas down. It's the Paul McCartney, Yesterday idea, when he wrote it the original words were, ‘scrambled eggs, oh my baby, how I love your legs,’ which he thought, maybe not. That's what I think, I have the melody and the structure and the idea, its just that, not all of the right words are in the right order, yet. But hey-ho, the first month of the sabbatical has gone and how scary is that? March is marching round the corner and it will soon be spring, then summer then ooh, life goes so quickly. I never heard this version before but used to play this, circa 1970 (blah) on the southbound train going home, 'what will the passenger do when he hears...' sigh, its been such a long day:
