Time, that is.
A bit of a theme at the moment: from the standard post-early-departure clichés ('...I don't know how I ever had time to go to work...'), through to rather deeper musings about life stages and where it's all heading ('who's going to mark my time?').
A good further helping - on the cosier side of the equation - last night, with Norma Waterson and daughter Eliza Carthy playing at the Komedia in Brighton, a proud Martin Carthy taking a back seat playing guitar in their band. Some beautiful singing and playing, with some entertaining and very typical family dynamics: Eliza is now 35 to her mother's 71, heavily pregnant with her second child, in her prime - she mostly let her mother lead the set and do the majority of the (extensive) talking, but both her dry quips and the power of her singing and fiddling told a familiar generational story...the torch is handed on.
The set majored on Norma and Eliza's current joint album The Gift, which is beautifully performed, but, full of old family favourites, not always material I naturally go for. Its medley of 'Ukelele Lady/If Paradise Is Half As Nice' was the best of the bunch. Other highlights for me included two Richard Thompson songs, 'Al Bowlly's In Heaven' and 'Josef Locke'.
A Christmas Carol is drafted and in rehearsal, so I should now be able to catch up on some things I've said I'll write...if I can just find the time.