Here I am, trying my hardest to right the next 'Fog' chapter, which Gabi likes to call 'The Green Frog (Kermit)' and I can't concentrate.

It's not writers block, it isn't lack of inspiration or is that perspiration in my case? It isn't anything to do with the fact that the lawn needs mowing and I should really do something about washing the car.

No, its that damn tune going around my head again.

We went to Disneyland Paris some years ago and I loved it - being an honorary ten year old in mind if not in body. I went on many rides but not the ones that make your tummy go flip flop - I don't like those. We went into a sort of movie theater sponsored by Kodak I think and saw a cool screening of Honey, I Shrunk the Audience! before that, they showed a preshow film as an advertisement for Kodak and it used Cyndi Lauper's True Colors as a backing.

After that I was humming it for ages, my sig other kept giving me looks though so I had to stop that.

Then we went on a ride that was called, It's a Small World. as we gently went around the ride it was nice and relaxing and then that song started - It's a Small World; repetitive and so sweet it should have a government health warning for diabetics at the entrance.

That song removed the much nicer True Colors from my mind and replaced it with something altogether more sinister that should never have been allowed to assault my brain.

How many kids and adults have been afflicted like this over the years? Are there other poor souls going around with that damn tune going around and around in their heads? Is it a Disney plot with some sort of subliminal message that the best code breakers haven't been able to fathom out? Why does it keep coming back to haunt me several years after hearing it just once?

I'll stop now and have a lie down before trying to work out if our kids can swim across to Dunoon or something before the dreaded Kirmit the Frog gets them.

'It's a small small world'...........stop it Sue!