We played Que Sera (whatever will be will be) at my darling grandmas funeral . It was a song she sang all the time and we grandchildren, loved it. She and my grandad used to waltz around the sitting room to (can’t remember it’s proper name) “How would you like to be, down by the Seine with me.....” what happy memories.
Favourite small treat when feeling blue or conversely a bit flush
Does there need to be a new by-election rule?




that takes me back "was a hot afternoon, the last day of June and the sun was a demon" it was quite a risqué song at the time I think 
