The Chain

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise.
Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies!
Yes, a sing along without any need for words on a screen - Fleetwood Mac* at Summerhall! Ya belter, a great Christmas knees up for all ages (provided the knees are up to it of course). So who cares if they don’t come to Glastonbury (again) - we’ve seen ‘em! We’ve sung along! We even jiggled our bodies to the music. Though the two female singers rather out-jiggled me.
Earlier through west to see the son who seems to be enjoying life, and his job, which is indeed encouraging. He’s even made his own Christmas cards - little watecolours, though he was surprised I hadn’t received mine. I wasn’t - he’d sent it to a street which doesn’t exist. Baby steps.



*or equivalent