https://music.apple.com/gb/album/rose-of-cimmaron-live/43636366?i=43636337

Such a soaring, uplifting song...although not quite so much today maybe.

This morning, before coffee, I checked vital signs - temperature, blood pressure, Fever-Tree tonic water stocks...that sort of thing. I made a bacon sandwich. I always make a bacon sandwich on Sunday mornings for breakfast, so shoot me. I eat it watching the birds in the garden and drinking strong tea. That's the way I rock and roll.
Some music, some reading, some walking, some hunting for lost cinnamon that never was (hence the music) Not a great day - although I have absolutely nothing to complain about.

A hero from my school days, Stirling Moss...he only went and died today. Beyond inconsiderate. Whilst I'm on the enervating subject of mortality, a few years ago, Mark and I went to see Humph and the gang record a couple of episodes of ISIHAC. It was an unbelievably funny and fulfilling evening of entertainment. So, today, I find that Tim Brooke-Taylor has died from this shitty virus, and that makes me so, so sad. 'Can you hear them calling You know they have fallen'

Shitty, shitty virus.

P.S. This is such a lovely song - one that speaks for me: https://music.apple.com/gb/album/crazy-love/1452808024?i=1452808717