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I’m not sure if I have mentioned this before, but I felt like I ought to properly share the mysterious magical song that has saved my butt more times than the “Recall Email” button.

Mysterious because I can’t for the life of me work out why it has such an instant and dramatic impact. It’s not even a lullaby! IT’S NOT EVEN IN ENGLISH!!

I can’t remember why, but at some point early in the days of rocking my infant son to sleep I worked out that there was one song that seemed to fit perfectly with my natural sway, and also had a dramatic impact on the level of woes being inflicted on my ears. I used it pretty much every night for the first 2 years of his life until I was physically unable to hold the lanky malcontent and was in imminent danger of going into labour with his sister when I tried.

Co sleeping meant we didn't have the same need to sing Esme to sleep, so the song wasn't rolled out until fairly recently when she has suddenly become unwilling to accept that the day is over and chooses to channel Linda Blair on my ass. In desperation I turned once again to this song and I’ll be damned if it didn't have the same instant punch-in-the-gut winded silence effect as it does on her brother.

This magical song?

A song originally about murderous smugglers and now sung by Mexican football fans and drunk Spaniards the world over.

Anyone even a tiny bit surprised?

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