Keep The Home Fires Burning.

Choir practice tonight.

We are singing this at the Edinburgh Parkinson's Christmas Concert on Saturday and every time I try to sing the bloody song, my throat closes up thinking about all the "glorious laddies" that were sent to annihilation 100 years ago.
All my three would have been there by now, including the yob in the attic.

Oh dear, must be the time of year!