The Rose

And nuckinfutz has risen to a new level...but this song, this song. It brings me hope! A hope that cannot be dashed by even the most awful of men. Sing it with me my Trish.

"When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose"

I noticed that the louder I belt this out, the more emphatic and dramatic I get, the better I feel. Suddenly I find my sense of humour again.

*Also if you try to imitate their facial expressions and body movements while you sing, it adds another little je ne sais quoi.

So do there you go. Joanne's never fail pick me up.