Not quite Baby Mozart

Went to a free concert on one of the lawns at Battery Park last night. Surrounded by all those Bugaboo types with their proud little offspring, we thought baby might be encouraged to come out to meet her new friends. The singers were Little Anthony and the Imperials, all the way from Brooklyn. I must say I have never heard of them and it wasn't exactly Baby Mozart, however their most famous song is "Tears on my Pillow" which most people know. It was very pleasant and the setting was lovely: Status of Liberty to the South, Empire State to the North, and the sun setting behind Jersey City (??) to the West. Actually we nearly bought a place in Jersey City, but that's another story. Came back had a raspberry leaf tea (thanks Evelyn) and watched another episode of Lost. What happened to Clare and has she still got her baby? Hmmmm slim pickings on TV right now. Slept badly last night, too much cheese methinks. Also laptop in the bedroom decided to reboot itself at 3am, so awoke to a chorus of Microsoft tunes. Well that's my excuse for not getting up till 10.00am.