Morning Songs

It’s finally getting to me, ever morning while making breakfast I often find my self singing the silliest songs (copacabana, ding dong the witch is dead), which I consider to be not to bad, although Ruth does despair when I make the words up. This morning however was a sign, the song I found my self singing, and still can’t get out of my head…..

Fimbles, Fimbles, we’re the Fimbles