This is for you Elizabeth. Happy Birthday. I hope you appreciate the irony. (Your’e neither a Lizzie, nor Lamentable. You should never have made such a fuss about use of your proper name – Bet’y !)

Piano’s out of tune, but then – after all these years so am I…

He who made the M my dear, He made the timely C

He equated it to thee my dear, to shape our lovely E

Perfected in your Mass my dear, your vibrant energy 

You lighten life for all my dear, and surely so for me

G and A and U my dear, A and G and thee

spells your crystal age my dear, a diamond jubilee

 

Gervase x