I am so exhausted I am a wreck. When I get like this a good cry usually sets me straight and releases pressure. I know a few triggers to bring on the tears. One of them is the ending of the Bond film "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" - Tracy's Death.
I've never really liked the voice of Louis Armstrong but I now associate it with this song and regard it as the classic performance. I thought I had heard that it was one of the last songs he recorded (which made it more poignant): he was certainly too ill to play his trumpet.
Anyway, the hope that the happy couple had after their wedding was so quickly dashed and - as one gets older - one realises that time is running out.
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