So, the big move has put an end to my singing days. The only singing I do these days is in the bathroom, or rather before I step into ze shower.
The old geezer takes it’s own sweet time (how very Dilli of it) to heat things up, and in the interim the laptop blares and I sing along, and even get theatrical about it, courtesy all the space and the solitude, which allows one to display, completely eccentric behaviour, sans any quizzical brows being raised.
Phew!
