I'm sat here on my sofa on this rainy Saturday and the strangest thing just popped into my head. My hubby had just placed a vase of flowers that Ethan picked for me on the mantelpiece. Ethan is in the corner playing with his workbench and the most beautiful instrumental worship music is playing. I was suddenly transported to this moment when I must've been 8 or 9 years old in Africa. The rain was pouring (in Africa when it rains, it rains) and similar music was playing and I was sat with my mummy. I got this warm fuzzy feeling inside and I got that again today. It's so weird how music evokes things for you.