This has been lodged in my head today. I love the sentiment of the words and use them often. I was given a copy of it by Danny years ago and also tend to associate it, as I do with most northern soul, with Sean.
My head is a bit brimful today, I'm thinking about Jon being so tired this morning he could barely walk in a straight line, tottering out the door with his thermos. I'm thinking about G sneezing like a kitten and wish I could give him a hug. I'm thinking about Trish Keenan from Broadcast who died this morning at far too young an age. I'm thinking about how much pain Simon Pavey is in after the crash and the sleep deprivation. I'm thinking about fish discards and the ridiculous waste. I'm thinking about the Brazilian and Australian floods. I'm thinking about Michaela McAreavey and her poor, devastated and broken family and husband. I'm thinking about Fionn mac Cumhaill and Sive and their deepest of loves.
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