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Drain
The greatest song nobody’s heard (yet).
I’d fallen asleep in front of the TV again. God knows what I wasn’t watching, but it obviously hadn’t enthralled me enough to remain upright, and I woke in a drooling heap on the sofa, with a stiff neck and a fuzzy head.
I began the nightly ritual of closing the windows, checking the back door was locked, and booting the cat out (not necessarily in that order). It was always my duty, as my wife was far more sensible than me and went to bed when she was tired. I’ve never minded, though, as there is something comforting about putting our home to bed at the end of the day.
I switched the lights and computer off in the kitchen when I heard a key rattle at the front door. I knew it was one of our three sons coming home from their various activities, so I had no concern. As I left the kitchen, I saw the middle one standing in the hallway with a smug look on his face.
How’s it going sunshine? Good session?
You could say that, he said, waggling a wireless speaker. I knew what that meant, he wanted me to listen to something his band were working on.
It would be fair to say that Gareth, the middle one, has never given us a dull moment. He’s a handsome lad, ridiculously talented, hard-working, and a lovely young man, too. I know, I would say I’m his…
