It's a day to be stuck indoors. Outside, it's grey and drizzling. Inside, though, it's deep joy.
Mr Grigg is clearing out the attic before the builders arrive later in the week. So I am going back in time thanks to a treasure chest of vinyl he's just discovered in the attic. John Martyn, XTC, Talking Heads, Lou Reed, Kraftwerk, Joan Armatrading and Steely Dan.
Hell, even David Cassidy sounds good forty years on. Didn't we have ourselves some kind of a summer? We sure did David.
But Richard Clayderman? How on earth did he slip into my collection? Must be Mr Grigg's.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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