This song has been waiting for me to discover it:
It's like lying in bed during the day having your hair stroked whilst watching a budgerigar hop around in a cage in a holiday home bequeathed to you by your grandmother, hearing through the half-open French windows the sound of waves gently breaking upon white sand and feeling your left leg go dead just as a yorkshire terrier jumps up onto the crocheted blanket covering you with a small, damp impression of weight and makes a limp, abortive attempt to seize some of the heavily iced wedding cake still on the bed on a paper plate near your hand that you can't eat because it's slightly too sweet before he gives up, pretends just to be nuzzling your hand, and curls up next to you with a strange little doggy sigh, and you ask your nurse to draw the curtains not realising that this will block your view of the passing stranger who would otherwise be destined to become the love or your life, settling down, obliviously, like the terrier, as your nurse proceeds to read you the next chapter of Little House on the Prairie. Kind of.
