When I perform 'Bring Him Home' after our Monday morning grocery run, my face is a mask of tragic emotion. So Henry thought. I could tell.
This is what Henry looks like these days when I sing. I might've been getting a little, um, into it.
Well, I wasn't actually trying to be funny. I was just singing. But I'm glad someone finds me hilarious.
I highly doubt I’ll manage to continue at this high rate of bloggy output for the whole 9 months. But while I have the inspiration (and a big pile of washing-up to put off for half an hour longer)... A better day today, in that I wasn’t so morose, but a considerably worse one as … Continue reading Sing When You’re Winning (8 + 6)