wet, wet, wet

Anniemay has tickets to see Marti Pellow at the Stables.  Front row seats.  She starts humming ‘love is all around…’  Doesn’t take long to become an earworm.

Anniemay has a thing about Marti Pellow.  I don’t.  But being a decent sort and even though I just know it’s going to be predominately women of a certain age swooning, I offer to go with her.

A phone call; “you’re off the hook - Anthea wants to go …”

I stare out of the dining room window.  Nothing but wet, wet, wet.  Can’t seem to get away from it.

(Apologies to any Wet Wet Wet fans out there)