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If only I was sure that my head on the door was a dream
Weirdest way to be earwormed ever...
The door to the place I go to do yoga has developed a squeak. It didn't have a squeak on Monday, but today it does. While donning coat and shoes, ready to leave, I heard it repeatedly. A loud, scrapey, two-note squeak.
Which hits exactly the interval of the first two notes of the theme tune to Antiques Roadshow :(
The door to the place I go to do yoga has developed a squeak. It didn't have a squeak on Monday, but today it does. While donning coat and shoes, ready to leave, I heard it repeatedly. A loud, scrapey, two-note squeak.
Which hits exactly the interval of the first two notes of the theme tune to Antiques Roadshow :(
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Mind I got earwormed the other day by a bird outside our house whose whistle is eerily similar to the opening riff of 'Eye of the Tiger'