An old tune...

That was a good example, some story that your mother used to tell people about what happened one time or what you did when you were little, or when you were bigger, but some story that really did not have a punchline or an ending, a sort of story just about, well, just about life.

You know, when he was a little lad he used to pretend he was Ringo Star and play the drums, he used to play with the hosepipe in the back yard, he used to dress up as a pirate and smoke your fathers Players extra strength in the back alley.


That sort of thing.

The thing is, when your parents, grandparents and all those other special people are gone, lost in time, it would be nice to sit and listen one more time to all those lovely none stories, hear the music of your mother or fathers voice, laugh at the melody, not the punchline.

A five minute moment would not seem so trite if it was played by the original characters in your life, it would not matter about the outcome or the meanderings of fact, it would be just magic.

So, every so often, in the midst of all these facts about the family, I'll drop in an ordinary piece of magic.