The glory chord chimes and a screen opens with all sorts of possibilities. The animation of blue folders looks real against a photo of the past, each folder containing items. So many items done and resting there to be ignored, but they are there like old lost teddy bears with eyes saying ‘look at me, look at me.’

There is one folder, a lucky folder, that has hundreds of items but it pretends it’s only got a few. It hides its treasures from plain view, but most early mornings I open it to make another file of sound. Then it goes and buries this music in a secret place, far from prying eyes, until its ‘glories’ are found and shown with an open heart, hoping to be received into the wider world by anyone who’d care to listen. And all the time the glory chord resounds down the minutes affecting all that follow it.