Whilst bathing in soapy suds this morning I heard the next door neighbour singing her little heart out to Ronan Keating rollercoaster song. Now, normally of a morning she effs and blinds at her little kids to get ready for school but today the universal appeal of Ronan Keating stopped her from traumatising her kiddies for one morning. Do you know she was rather good. She is only a slight woman, infact, I shouldn't say it, but she reminds me of Sarah Payne's crusading mother. The same sparrow like features, lank hair and earthy qualities.
I wonder if in her day - before the kiddies - she was a professional singer working the club circuit with dreams like you and I of stardom and a rambling house in the Cotswolds. Now she is a little bird caged with demanding children and a short temper, oh fate is cruel. Perhaps one day she will take to the stage again and pursue her obvious talent, I do hope so, for the kiddies sake if anyones.
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