I’m not sure how Has Anybody Seen My Gal? became the quintessential ukulele song. Maybe it had the perfect melody for the instrument, enough razzmatazz in the lyric to produce a smile from just about anyone, including a big one from my Dad. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn it was his favorite song – far above Haggard’s Working Man Blues

The woman leaned forward and lowered her voice. ‘How was it getting away? …You look tired. Don’t worry, we’ll look after you.’ Here we go, Janet thought, sagging into her story. She stroked Terry’s hair, hoped he wasn’t listening. He seemed to be staring into space.