Kicking up my Heels

This lamb reminded me of a song by Jamie Owens-Collins from the 70's that I want sung at my funeral (only we can't find it recorded anywhere) that has the lines:
I'm dancing to the rhythm of the raindrops falling
I'm kicking up my heels like a crazy man...

We took a friend that loves books to Hay-on-Wye, on the Welsh border, today. In case you don't know it is a town full of second-hand bookshops - a veritable treasure trove if you love books.

Which I do - but I got taken to try on clothes instead - as mother of the bride, I still have "nothing" to wear, and it's less than three weeks to go now. We turned a shop upside-down, but to no avail.