Waltzing with Bears

As a young child, I heard this song.

I've heard it again and again over the years.

It's the song of happy memories, multiple cafe concerts, and two of my favourite musicians have promised to play it at my wedding (should I get married) for my first waltz.



Not that I ever had an Uncle Walter.

But still, if I had, I think I wouldn't mind it if he went waltzing with bears.

See The Girl Dance

Dance, dance,

feel it all around you

Dance, dance, dance,

Mississippi mud

never touched her fingers.

See the girl dance...

See the girl dance.

So nice to see one of my favourite musical groups covering one of my favourite songs from another favourite musician. 

Here's a 1971 version of Neil Young singing it: Dance, Dance. 

Oddly enough, I think I like the new sound even better. The blending of voices (and Mumford's lower lead vocals) just makes me want to actually dance to it. 

Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday, Mum, dear. I love you.

I hope you have a lovely and wonderful year, and things start to brighten for you soon.

Time to Say...

... Goodbye, Holly, dear, and I hope you have the best of times as a war-time bride, heading off to join your dear husband. You will be missed, but I look forward to your return.

Keep on smiling, for all of us.

My Blog's a Toddler!

Yes, this blog has now hit it's third birthday, if blogs have birthdays.

Weird to think that I've had this for three years. This past year hasn't been too great on posting regularly. Maybe it's the whole learning to walk and talk at the same time: blog and school and work and all that. Oh, alright: walk, talk and eat.

Yep. Definitely a toddler.