“Dad, why are you whistling again?” asked my big daughter.I haven’t even noticed that I have stopped whistling. I didn’t notice that I stopped and didn’t notice that I have started again, but yes, here I am, whistling, ...
This story needs a bit of a background from my time at high school for it to make any sense why this one little phone call made my day.
Lyrics from the Song „I don’t listen much“ from Junior. I’ve been playing this song several times since I found it on Spotify. Sometimes I find it uplifting, some times it just drags me down.
It’s a warm and windy day, not the bad Vienna kind of windy day where the wind will rip your head off, it’s a slight breeze, not cold but stilling cooling