Having finished the cherry crow children story (for certain values of finished), I find myself unable to concentrate particularly well. Coherency is not my strong point right now. It's taken me the last three days to pack, in fits and starts and indecisions, for our overnight stay in Sydney this weekend.
So in lieu of intelligent content, I shall share with you the playlist to which I wrote the cherry crow children.
Unofficially, the playlist was pretty much always drowned out by Squawk. Sometime during the last month she discovered the pram pig, which plays a new song every time you tug on its feet:
I'd take the damn thing off her, but she giggles and grins at it so much I don't have the heart.