Sitting in the dinning room of the new house.
Feet kicked up with a snifter of Glenlivet. Surrounded by old wood and memories, I sang two songs, off the cuff, on the spot, chords and all ...
That I will never be able to remember.
So I'll just leave them where they were. Respect that I sang them, wife was witness, and make sure I have a paper and pen handy next time.