Sometimes I surprise myself how good my library of music is.  MM begs to differ.  I get goose bumps when I hear a tune that is so evocative of a time and a place.  This is definitely the case with Bjork “Big Time Sensuality”.  I adore her album “Debut” and when we were living in Notting Hill it could be heard pulsating from our flat most weekends – much to MM’s chagrin.  I think he dislikes Bjork almost as much as Kate Bush.  Thankfully with the development of iTunes he can no longer restrict the playing of either artist by hiding my CDs.  Well thanks are due to Bjork for giving me reason to pedal faster this morning and for whisking me back to the heady days 1993 for a couple of minutes.

Returning to the present my daughter is once again asking if it is time to go – she is incredibly excited about heading across the street to our neighbors for a little get together later today.  I should have learned by now not to even mention that we are going somewhere until it is time to go.  With little sense of time, ‘not yet’ and ‘in a couple of hours’ don’t provide adequate responses, so my job now is to occupy her until it really is time to go…