A fine fine line

So this weekend I treated my folks to their Christmas present – last minute tickets to see Avenue Q… no I wussed out on going with them, I am going through enough! They loved it, and have had the sound track on repeat ever since which is scarring enough – anyone else heard their dad singing along to “the internet is for porn?” Nope….just me!

Anyway I am a massive musical fan and seems to find that songs can sum up a mood better than anything else. It would appear I have found my song of the moment:

It would also appear it is a fine, fine line between denial and facing up to reality. Turns out that the fine line is an upturned empty paint tray on the draining board of your old house.

Turns out he couldn’t find the energy to decorate while we were together but now I am not there….