Once a year we throw open the door, and allow the birds of paradise to fly in, they stayed only briefly before setting off for Oundle. Last year we escorted them to a wedding where they rested atop vases and danced to a steel band. Who knows where they may head to next year? It will be next year before they are seen again.
I heard this song this morning, and remembered what a fabulous video it was, I am terrible fond of an impromptu tango, and riding in the back of a convertible with Alan Rickman. The Hound doesn't share my enthusiasm and has been grumpy all day, one of my customers has declared it to be "A man thing". Also my name isn't Louise.