Apropos of absolutely nothing , my son came to visit last weekend and played some Dire Straights. I have an ear worm. As an insight into my less than Montecito glamorous life , here's what I came up with this morning whilst looking for the velcro backed mop head. My apologies.
You check out Foxy Aitch , he knows all the words
Mind, it's strictly salad , he won't be any sort of future King
They said a faux chateau is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to earn the bling
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't meet the Queen
He's got a part time job, he's doing alright
He can play the victimhood like anything
Savin' up each imagined slight
He's got the Dukedom,
He's got the Duchess of Cling.
Posted whilst I had a cup of tea to give one last thought to where the mop head is before I resort to Amazon to get a replacement.