Beloved's favourite story from when she was a little girl... her old LP had long since disappeared, and it wasn't in the shops, but here's the audiobook. We just took a listen and both of us had moist eyes... Bear pinching my hand, thoughtfully, while Mitts just rampaged off and tried to climb the couch.
Tubby, a Tuba, just wants to play a melody like all the other instruments...
Enjoy, Tubby The Tuba.
A pub poem - My chip has fallen to the floor. The bar is crowded. I look down. *Sehnsucht*. A lawless longing for The unattainable. I frown.
19 hours ago