Thursday, September 15, 2016

Rest Day

Music interrupted by the death of the last of the Aunties. She was not the nicest of people (I'm being polite) but she was the only surviving sibling. It brings back memories of my dad, always welcomed but tinged with the regret that I can't tell him how much he meant. Not that such a show wouldn't have embarrassed the hell out of him, I wish I had just gone ahead and embarrassed him.

Today should be a rest day but outside the morning chorus of chainsaws and rumble of building work drifts over from a street away. I'll content my itching anxieties with music to soothe and hope it does the trick.