I'm another singalong to tapes in the car nutcase, tho' this time of year I switch to Greek language tapes.
Tomorrow afternoon, herself and I will be travelling into the Welsh Marches to a cottage for a few days and will be murdering a few songs along the way. Mr Donegan will be amongst the CD's & tapes we'll take, for a blessed escape from tv, telephone and FMD (though the latter has meant our walks will be urban rather than the planned country ones).
Since coming to the Mudcat I now describe my misremembered lyrics as the folk process rather than as a senior moment!
RtS