Following on from my previous post on lovely ways to treat your smelling organ, my ears got stuck in and caused a scene.
Their argument is that I don’t go through as much effort to keep them happy, and I don’t write at length about it.
So this post is nothing to do with wall dressing, pretty fabric, lampshades or scented candles, as my lugholes don’t care much for such things.
I had to push the boat out and come up with something really special to make it up to them: so I took them out to see Belle & Sebastian last night.
They (I) have yet to stop smiling. Sadly no sign of Nice Day For A Sulk, but my ears were happy as larry with If You’re Feeling Sinister, Fox In The Snow and The State I Am In.
We now have serious Belle & Sebastian withdrawal symptoms, and I shall leave you with a little treat for your own ears.
Make a nice cup of tea, put your feet up and embrace the loveliness.
If I could have a second skin, I’d probably dress up in you