A visit to my family home cannot stop the flow of #Cookers. I've dragged my lovely, nearly ninety year old Mum screaming from her laptop keyboard just long enough to publish this. She will return soon and continue sending recipes and filthy jokes to her octagenarian friends. No lamentation for the demise of two deliveries a day from the Royal Mail... Mum can send out a dozen emails before plunging her morning coffee cafetiere.
Definite jazz action entering the fray here. The reliably hippy, trippy, drippy Donovan is on hand to help us focus on our navel area. And there is a spot of electronica.
Lending your ears is appreciated. Thank you for listening.