Two consecutive mornings I have woken up singing . . . a good sign you might say . . . however I regret to inform readers that I was singing a James Blunt
song concotion about being in Californi-bloody-a. I also found myself tapping my feet to Michael-bloody-Buble. Is it possible that radiotherapy damages your faculties and affects your ability to be discerning?
Any advice would be appreciated… meanwhile . . I shall go and find my early Captain Beefheart . . help me, Don
“Safe as milk, it’s ah . .safe as milk’