Diode and Baba

It is November tomorrow, and I am far from Internet, on a very winding road which leads us towards some snow capped mountains. I shall continue my blog on my laptop and load it in later…

Thursday night was spent in a tiny cheap motel room, breathing in the fumes of wet dog as I tossed and turned, sleepless in the dark, listening to the gentle rhythm of Mysweet’s breathing.
When I am mildly manic, I only sleep 3 or 4 hours a night, and my brain has trouble shutting down. And what was I worrying about?
The American election, my children, my work, money?
No. The name of a singer.
I couldn’t remember it.
She had a bland sort of voice which had found favour with the British public, and had a couple of hits a few years ago…won some awards.
Mmm. One word. Like Duffy…but not…
I tried to think of the song titles. That might help.
Something to do with a ship sinking.
Hours passed, and finally he woke up at about 6.30.

Who was that singer? You know the bland one with a name like diode, I said, with a burst of electrical inspiration.
“Ah you mean Dido”, he said immediately, turned over and went back to sleep.

Now this would not usually have mattered too much, had I not noticed further signs of brain deterioration today. The white mountains are getting a bit closer now, the road is getting more and more extremely winding, the dog is looking very green and is panting loudly, generating a lot of bad breath. I hope that she will hold back and not be sick quite yet.

A song is playing on the radio

It’s an old version of the Bjork song zing boom (it’s oh so quiet or something)….
And I can’t remember the title.
“It sounds like that pianist from the sixties” I say…”You know the one with the little girlie voice… O god its happening again I cant remember her name…but its something like Baba diddlyblob…Her first name is like honey or baby or something?....

“You don’t mean Blossom Dearie do you?”
"Ah yes" I sigh… relieved that I won't be awake all night trying to remember.

I spend the rest of the journey wondering why my brain had filed Dido under electrical components. I was able to remember the first letter and number of syllables…but that’s all.
And how did Blossom Dearie become Baba diddlyblob?