Lost and Found

I shoved £20 into my pocket so that I could call at the post office on my way back from walking the dog in the park.

After a long walk we got back to the car, I checked my pocket - no £20.

Dammit!

Although I thought it was hopeless, I retraced our steps (very weary and fed up hound by this stage) and miraculously there was the damp £20, sitting on the grass at the far side of the park. I did a little jump for joy! I hope nobody was watching.

To celebrate, a lost song (good grief, it's a wonder any of us who were around in the 70s is sane), and a found song (bless 'em).

All music credibility gone.

Happy Wednesday.