Liam has become quite fixated with the house to add to a long list of small obsessions that have emerged following our emigration. He spent hours WD40ing the marble patio. It came up lovely. He’s now threatening to re-grout the kitchen and bathroom floors. We’ve found a whole website dedicated to the wonders of WD40 – 1001 things to do with it. In between spending time on his knees, Liam’s been setting some lyrics to music. The words in question were penned by our nephew and my namesake, Jack. The prose is very deep, very torch song – all lost love, bitterness, angst and misery. It’s entitled the Promise. It escapes me what a 14 year old adolescent could possibly know about mislaid love. I put it down to the comprehensive system. Classically trained Liam can’t do hooks and struggled with the composition. He’s developed a deeper appreciation of the well-crafted three minute pop song.
This is the result. Not a pop song perhaps, but beautiful nonetheless.
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