First thing in the morning
My dad used to sing in the shower – I don’t mean humming lighthearted melodies as he washed his hair, he belted out big, boisterous marching songs – ‘It’s a long way to Tipperary’, ‘Seventy-six Trombones’, ‘Oh What a Beautiful Morning’. I’d bury my head under my covers listening to his medley and try to grab […]