Locked down with my Ukulele 34

These are strange times and I’m still making silly mistakes.

Tonight I sent out my first group e-mail on the blog. It wasn’t till I opened it that I realised I had a spelling and a grammar mistake in as many lines.

You may have read my diatribe about beards. It seems to have been quite popular. In the e-mail I typed “Breads”.

I have sent e-mails to work colleagues called Brian and titled “Hello Brain”. Although he was one of the cleverest men I have ever known. I have just typed this and realised that I have been associated with two men, secularly, called Brain and they both have forgotten more than I’ll ever know. Unfortunately both are no longer with us.

I’ve also sent in my weekly dairy to work. That would be the full fat version.

It’s a good job I haven’t learned emoji! Really don’t get that!

Make it with you. Bread

I remembered that there was a group called Bread. I’d forgotten the songs they released.

The credits include Make it with you, If, The Guitar man and Baby I want you. There are many others that are equally as easy to listen to.

It seems that it’s the same old story. Band forms. Gets wrung out. Parts. Argues. Forms again. It would seem they formed in 1969 parted in 1973 and briefly reformed in 1976. I remember that year as the hot summer and loads of ladybirds.

David Gates is credited with writing the song. He has a very distinctive vocal. I would say this is very inoffensive music. If approached with innocence.

Hey, have you ever tried Really reaching out for the other side? I may be climbing on rainbows But baby, here goes

Dreams, they're for those who sleep Life is for us to keep And if you're wondering what this song is leading to I want to make it with you I really think that we could make it, girl

I’ve climbed a few rainbows in my life. So often they don’t hold my weight.

I choose this song because the memories and lyrics connected with the song take me to my past and my future.

The song reached number 5 in 1970. There was no Breakfast TV in those days and I remember mum getting breakfast (cerial of choice) and my brother and I sitting at the kitchen table with Radio 2 playing in the background, from a battered but awesome battery powered radio. This was pre- Terry Wogan. The Breakfast special slot was hosted by a DJ named John Dunn. It was music that has fixed itself into my psyche. I can’t remember the group or the name of the song but I remember the tune. No mistake!

Stay safe