The chorus from this somewhat obscure old song (as above) has been going around within the tiny circumference of my head for most of this week. Not so much annoying as persistent. This morning I blundered into Blue Sky, an app I've only recently started to use - you need a special code 😉. One of the first entries I read is "What am I doin' hanging round ...?" Neil Gaiman responds as you might expect. So I am probably caught in the universal flow of something or other. That's all I know. I didn't feel the need to add any further comments.
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