One day last week, I’d offered to pick David up from work and I left the boys at their grandparents’ and tootled off in the car. On the way Endless Love* came on the radio. I turned it up as loud as I could stand and sang along. Well… I say “sang”. I can’t sing at the best of times, I really can’t sing Endless Love. As someone pointed out when I mentioned it on Twitter, you find yourself trying to sing both parts, even when they cross over each other. (The ‘no one can deny’ bit is particularly tricky, but all the more satisfying for that.)
As I drove and sang I realised that I was about as happy as I could ever remember being. There’s something about singing in the car, isn’t there? And it’s even better when you’re singing such a cheese-tastic classic, I think.
* links to YouTube, but to listen, not to watch.