Whenever someone says ‘Therese Rein’ I can’t help thinking of this verse:
Claude Rains gave the order, To collect the usual suspects, And the camera came in close up on his face, He watched as the plane left the airstrip, Like hope leaves a dying man, But he hung onto the choice he'd made.
which comes from a song, Claude Rains, by The Front Lawn, a group I very much enjoyed discovering when I lived in New Zealand and a song I very much enjoyed singing at the top of my voice.
It comes with a complex story, the gift of that CD. It’s around that time that my life became less simple than it had previously been. Today, I shall be listening to Classic FM and hoping that they play music which has, for me, no particular significance. It’s one of those days.