A fun, up-tempo 50s style rock and roll ditty I wrote based on a weekend in which I broke everything:

One weekend I was asked to house-sit and look after my grandad who forgets to take his very important medicine.

In this weekend I managed to:
1) Break my own car
2) Borrow my mum’s car and break that too
3) Break my dad’s recording studio
4) Overdose my grandad with his medication.

It was a total disaster and I was so angry with myself. But then I thought – how can I expect to do anything or care for anyone when I can’t even tidy my own room?

The whole idea of trying to look after a tiny broken baby bird if your own hands are covered in shards of glass – it’s never going to work.

Also I used to do these big epic drives back home to Scarborough from London usually at night and this one time, it was about to snow and before I carried on home, I decided to stop at the St. Mary’s church which is on the clifftop and overlooks the whole town – it’s one of my favourite views. I found a friendly looking tombstone in the graveyard by the name of ‘Francis’ and so asked if she wouldn’t mind if I took some shelter there a while while I re-adjusted to being back home and breathing in the nice sea air and overlooking the town and the harbour at night. Good old Francis – her tombstone overlapped a bit which gave me a tiny tiny little huddled shelter and I just sat there for hours thinking about how I needed to sort my life out!
This is for you, Francis! Whoever you are!