Uncle Andi is a pretty cool dude. He's young, he rides bikes (ex-ci-ting, says Tara) from Hannover to Wunstorf and back (a feat, and well fit, says Mummy), he plays the guitar (self-taught, we might add), and currently he's inter-railing Europe, and has fit in a visit to Thanet, somewhere in between Portugal and Sweden. Tara is delighted. She calls out to "ONKEL ANDI" so often in the first 24 hours that it takes on a musical quality that must remind her of, well, her favourite tune, for before Onkel Andi has completed his first day in Ramsgate, she is officially singing out loud: "Onkel Andi to youuuu, Onkel Andi to youuuuu...." At this point we have to help her out a little. The compexities of musical lyrics, you see... "Onkel Andi, liebe Taaaraaaa...."
Chorus, all: "Onkel Andiii toooo youuuuuuu."
(Yes, really. She did sing that.)
Tara takes a lesson. Pling pling.
Advanced and inspired
Applause for the master!
I have to say, having a lovely tune played for bedtime has undeniable charms, although I'm quite sure my singing has improved greatly over the last 2 years, if only noticeably so on the three songs I mix and match at bedtime. Happy Birthday to You is not one of them, much as Tara would like that.
Tara takes a lesson. Pling pling.
Advanced and inspired
Applause for the master!
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