Sunday evening....

Have to say this has been one of the worst weekends in a long time. Popped over to my Brother's house for some food and a rest, am off back to Kerin's side in a moment. He had a really bad day today thanks to an NHS doctor who forgot the right drug injection that counter acts with the Morphine sickness. Poor blighter looked awful today, much worse than when I left him late in the night. I'm dreading having to leave him tomorrow to go into the studio, I don't know if I'll be able to sing. Broken heart doth not make for happy songbird. Although, perhaps I'll sing with more feeling than usual. It is a kind of emotional song compared to my usual happy stuff, so who knows. Must must must finish this record and get moving because that will keep me focused, stop my life from going completely down the chute and no doubt help Kerin more in the long run. So, I'm off now to fly back to my boy, mop his little face and sing him off to sleep. Not alot he can do to stop me faffing over him in this state.... ;-)

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