The wind was bananas this morning and having my morning ciggie outside the back door I saw our washing somehow still on the line from last night. Honestly, the wind was like a mad banana. All curvy though not yellow.
Later on during another ciggie break (I’m giving up soon), I heard a crunching sound and next door’s largish (30ft?) tree went crashing to the ground, wrecking the washing line and mashing a hedge. Woah! Anyway I tweeted this and a friend suggested I write song about it. Pete wanted a badger in it I think but it would have been crushed which isn’t nice. Instead he got an allegory about love and heatache or never being in love and not being arsed. I think.
In a twist, not used in the song, we have scaffolding around the house as our roof is being fixed up. There has been leaking, particularly today, but the wine helps. No builders were hurt during the writing of this song.
Wind! Trees!
