Songs are coming thick and fast as I process what happened to me over the past 2 years. In late 2019, early 2020, I was pretty much “walking dead” … kept from the depths by Sooz, Paul, Ali, Heidi and Morag ,… and a few good friends.
Now that I’m actually divorced and can marry one of these friends (Gill Amos!) my eyes are looking forward, not backward.
This owes an obvious debt to the Blessed Richard Thompson with its gloomy title and stomping rhythm. I owe a debt to my children, grandchildren and child-in-law for keeping me away from the railway lines during the dark times, before Gill kicked down my defences. I also owe a huge debt to Gill for loving me. This song makes it clear how much I love her. Again.