Chapter 17
11 months later. September 2007
You’re so tough on the outside
But you’re just a little girl wanting to hide
Your eyes tell a story of sorrow and pain
But darling when I see you again
There’ll be no past
Just today.
A TABLE of girls on a hen’s night out at The Three Monkeys clapped and whistled as I faded out of the song ‘Just Today’. It was the missing song on my album, the one I’d struggled with for so long. It had come to me, fully formed, after I’d recovered from my blow to the head, as if it had been waiting there all along for me to find it and transpose it.
‘Thanks everyone, just taking a small break,’ I said into the microphone, ‘Don’t go away, I’ll be back soon.’
A young couple wandered over to the side of the stage where I had copies of my CD for sale on a ta
