I couldn't sleep this weekend. There are many worries on my mind...
I came at a bad time. I had to leave Aber because I couldn't stop playing the harp and my fingers hadn't calloused over yet. My fingers were starting to squeak against the strings which is never a good sound.
So, off to Cardiff and my timing wasn't good. Mel, Paul and the boys were having a tough weekend. That should teach me. Can't just keep showing up at people's doorsteps unannounced.
Shame though, cause I like the idea and it reminds of the way the old Melba used to be.
Let me explain the Melba.
