My dollbaby has been much on my mind and heavy on my heart of late. Since just before Christmas, she pops into my thoughts more often. Silly things set me crying. Piano score in a tv advert, reading stuff on mudcat, hearing a snort laugh from a young woman, seeing wildly died hair.

Seeing and hearing phenomenally talented young women wailing out trad songs and wishing so much that my Andie could be there strutting her stuff too.

It is very hard.