When we first moved to this house I had, what in-past-times, was called a Ward.

I’d given my home to youngest son’s deeply unhappy 17 year old BF for a year.

Which meant, to an already overloaded housewife, washing, cooking, cleaning, ironing for FOUR men.

I coped with all those chores by playing music FULL VOL.

This is one of the songs (along with all The Mavericks’songs) that helped me through 4,000 tons of ironing.

Kick it. HIGH. Play it LOUD :o)