Pain

As our evening progresses I manage to burn my forearm on some boiling water in the kitchen while trying to boil some potatoes, this would not have happened of course if her ladyship had stocked up on chips, but what's the smell of burnt flesh among friends?, as the evening progresses 'Katie' is quite convinced I am becoming more susceptible to the scotch as I rant on about what's his face, a group I can't remember as we watch a 'Top Of the Pops' re run, it drives me mad, as I suddenly exclaim, its 'Steve Harley the Cockney rebel'!!.
Despite the pain control, arm starting to hurt, now its Johnny Mathis singing 'when a child is born', very christmassy, bent as a 'nine bob note' mind you?... but a damn fine singer.