I feel a little like Hertfordshire myself; so far I have spent the majority of my time sleeping. Daddy keeps singing me a song about burps and telling me the same story about a bumbling bee over and over again. I am culturally immature, if not a little retarded.
So this morning I demanded music! Daddy took me for a walk and afterwards we sat down and listened to lots of different songs. After a dalliance with Snoop and his gangster chums, a brief sing-along with The Raconteurs and even a toe-tapping little jig to Will Young, it seems my preference is for beautiful chanteuses from foreign shores.
Carla Bruni is usually kept busy buying flowers and standing down slope from her husband, President Sarkozy. However, she did find a few moments to record an album of which I'm peculiarly fond: Comme Si De Rien N'etait
The other is Tanto Tempo
I have no idea what I'm talking about, but I like listening to these lady crooners.
AMK
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