So I decided to make the most of this. I am in England, by myself, no other humans to be seen.. and Puccini comes on my iPod.
So I stand on the fence and wave my arms gracefully and musically at the terrified sheep, in time with the bellowing opera like a conductor and sing out my poor, strangled imitation of the song to the poor things.
It was really quite terrifying. And really quite lovely.
Somehow do this yourself. Whether you sing, dance, recite poetry to a tree, serenade a pond of ducks with your guitar.
The world will tell you you're insane.
But my friend, you're a mighty lovely star.