A journal of my sailing, my dogs, my band. I can promise photos, but not consistency; as far as subject matter goes I'm a bit of a nomad, so can at times drift about the place with seeming abandon.
Friday, 14 February 2020
I don't do cards. Not very good with flowers. But do appreciate how lucky I've been. So I wrote her a song. Well, nicked an old folk song and butchered a couple of verses, rewriting them so they were hers.
So I recorded her a song. Yeah, we can settle for that. Though the two verses are all hers.
Naturally, I'm talking about my wife, not my boat.