In the doctor's waiting room I read an old-people's magazine called Yours (or something).
It was so sweet- they had sheet music and lyrics printed in the middle- people write in requesting music they can't find, and they find it and print it for them to play.
Us young hipsters have Mojo with the free CDs, and our nans and grandads have Yours with the sheet music.
Bless.
Hello - I don't read your blog every day so didn't see your "Am I boring?" post until just now, and wanted to say, yours are some of my favourite words ever. Both sung and blogged. Keep going (so long as you're enjoying it)
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