Peace and harmony?

Not much of either. As I was alone in the house today I thought it was a good opportunity to lay down some tracks - or whatever it is hip popsters do - for the latest blipalele production.
By coincidence, at school this morning one of Tilly's friends described her dad's singing voice as sounding like a strangled cat (or perhaps a kitten?) (I have my own reason for writing the word kitten, which I won't go into). I'm supposing this is a common affliction among fathers of six year old girls.
I'm sure the final version will be great in spite of my input.
Mind you, that mike was very cheap. It must be the mike mustn't it? Yes, that'll be it.