"The Most Beautiful Girl In the World" by Charlie Rich.
You only have to hear the opening bars of certain songs to be swept back to tiny moments in place and time you thought you had forgotten. For me this country classic will forever taste of my Mum’s Sunday Lunch. It is my Dad crooning to Helen and I. It is my Mum passing the most scrumptious roast through the kitchen hatch and Helen and I arguing about whose turn it was to set the table. It is security and ritual, the swish of Mum and Dad’s flared jeans and the taste of vinegary mint sauce.
It is I think, the best of times.