Yesterday when we were young

That Jacques Brel song put me in mind of Charles Aznavour, whom WotN and I saw here in Manchester back in the late 1960s. (Yes, people who are still alive were knocking around back then, would you believe?) So what you gonna do, Charles Aznavour? This is what.

Apropos that Brel post, I remembered something about the lyric:

Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
L'ombre de ta main
L'ombre de ton chien

Which, translated, is:

Let me become
The shadow of your shadow
The shadow of your hand
The shadow of your dog

Shadow of your dog? I mean, we've all had feelings of this sort (you haven't?!), but steady on.