Not really, but the other day I played an old Peter, Paul and Mary album (yes, an LP) for the first time in yonks, and that song was on it. "California dreamin' " has more in the way of musical asthetics than "Australian Outback dreamin'," alas. And that's where I'd like to be. Dry and without humidity means no nasty respitory viruses and colds or bronchitis. Give me scorpions, deadly snakes, 6" spiders that leap and crocodiles any day, but not those chest infections and buckets of snot.
Herself is still very much under the weather, sick and tired of herself. Poor bugger...
Anyway, no more moaning right now.
Cheers, John
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