Listening to a song, Pretty Young Thing, by Tina Cousins. This happens when you just burn all your old CDs from before you went overseas and were a different person. Or, in fact, a CD which was unlabelled in my Mother's cupboard. *Could have been anything!*
The baby I am saying come on to at the moment is the job baby. The one that brings a job to you. I get the concept of 'if I sit and do nothing, I won't get a job' but it's really hard. You get your positions from the government when they're damn good and ready.
I know I will get one I love in the long run.
We need rarely cover!