It’s Sunday again. The clocks went backwards in their usual fall back way and here we are sat in the dark when it should be daylight.
This weekends end, or the beginning of the week depending on which way you look at it has been a weekend for tender, slightly melancholic remembrances. The best soundtrack for this has been Elvis Costello and Rickie Lee Jones although not at the same time but that is an intriguing thought.
There it is that Sunday feeling once again. Although it is the end of the day now and moving towards the bitter dark, wet rainy night.
I really must put more thought into this posting thing I suppose.
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Do the melancholy, man. Music and memoir – can’t beat it.
Also, Elvis with Rickie Lee still has to be better than with Dianne K.
Oh but the wife is easier to convince at the end of the day.
Almost a poem … gonna start turning my short blogs in to poems, I think …