Hell what a thread, for Saturday night, myself, well can say I'm too sentimental, but there are things which do instantly give the old heart a tug. Whenever I hear Time In A Bottle, by Jim Croce, reminds me of when my mother died, the words or so poignant. Every Saturday when I see my eldest daughter, I remember the day she was born and me arriving in the delivery room within 5 minutes of her birth, seems like yesterday, the difference now is she's now 43
and I also remember only a few moths ago giving her away when she got married, that day I really did have a tear in my eye.