Write about: the compilation.
More rain. More grey. More bleh.
Max spent the morning playing with Natalie at Kat's parents house, so Kat and I dragged ourselves out of the house to have a coffee and tea date at our local coffee shop of choice. It was good to get some fresh air and change the scenery for a little while.
They're calling for a bit of sunshine tomorrow. Good, I could use some of that.
"What is this?"
"It's a CD."
"No duh, Marty. I meant what's on it?"
"Then you should have said so in the first place."
"Oh for -"
"Songs. It's a compilation of all of my band's number one songs. And you can call me Martin now."
"I didn't know you guys had any number ones, Marty."
"Yeah, well... on our local radio station we had quite a few."
"I'm not sure that really counts."
"And the first track of this CD was the most requested song for a whole week!"
"Marty. Was that because everyone in the band called in twice a day to ask DJ Dale to play it?"
"Still counts. And it's Martin, remember?"
"Right. Well, thanks for the CD Marty. I needed a new coaster after my dog ate my Guinness one."