Uncanny quirk of fate

Mrs Watson and I have rows about those little foibles. One of her big irritations is that I simultaneously listen to Radio 4 whilst playing an itunes shuffle on the lap top. Just at the point where she was switching the radio off, the news came in that Paul Hester has died. Then, on itunes, came Crowded House, “Four seasons in one day”. The lyrics are hauntingly prevalent.

Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
And I will risk my neck again

You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
Like all the things you can’t explain
Four seasons in one day

Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day

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