Looking back at a five things post, I mentioned that I knew all the words to this song by Sad Cafe. I suspect I know most of the words to the entire Album, Misplaced Ideals, it really made my 1979 when I got round to buying it on the strength of the single.

Paul Young was in Sad Cafe, not to be confused with John Paul Young who did this ephemeral pop hit from the year before.

Our downstairs WC door has been randomly locking itself over the last six months or so. At first I thought it was young David accidentally doing it but it turns out that the mechanism has gone faulty. When it happens, it is necessary to unscrew the outside handle and wiggle it. (There is a release hole in the centre of the outside knob but that is the bit that has gone wrong).

Having done it twice this week, I nipped out to the hardware store to get a replacement. It is of a very similar design but a slightly larger diameter. Unfortunately, the securing screws are on the inside, but the release mechanism is much more sturdy.

Mrs. Grey advises me that even though I came back with a bigger knob, the size isn’t important…

I have another guest post up at Sicily Scene- about homesickness.