Let me grab your soul...

Apparently I used to be able to do a note perfect rendition of this song when I was a kid. Without squeaking. I'm not *entirely* sure how. My family used to make me perform it for their entertainment, the gits. I have blanked this evidence of child warping from my mind, and just hope they never made me do the madwoman dance...

Have to pack, which means more sorting of 'stuff I don't actually want or need but just appear to be holding on to for no apparent reason'. If I move house any more, I will own NOTHING. At ALL. This may be a slight exaggeration. But really, considering the amount of stuff I used to have, I often feel as if I own nothing now. :)

This has been a moment of random wittering while listening to Kate Bush. I have my reasons.