Buenas noches!

Hello folks...
This afternoon we were going through an index of first lines from a song book we used to use at church in Portugal. Jan and the girls were trilling away and in the end I had to take the book off them so I could turn the pages and look at the words.

"How do you know the words to all these songs?!" asks I.
"It's easy! You can even learn languages to music!"
"Languages!" says I, "I can't remember the English words let alone the foreign words. I only once learned a song all the way through and that was just to prove I could do it."
My misses looks at me and says, "Not...not 'When the red, red robin comes bob-bob-bobbin...!"
Laugh? There wasn't a dry seat in the house I can tell you!

Sorry dad but we had to laugh remembering you five nights of torment! Red, bed bobbins! Red, dead dobbins! Red, red roddins (nearly)! No more throbbins! He starts sobbin!! Doh! The memories! There but for the grace of God go I. I would have made a hash of it, to be sure.

Ah, heady days.

ps. They'll be no more bloggin when he starts logging his own 'Pete' ones!!