One of my precious memories.
When I was pregnant with Baz he (the bump) would react to certain songs, especially ones that Frank sang to him. One day i'd to go for tests to check heartbeat etc as the nurse wondered if he was moving as he should (she wasn't the one carrying !!) Tests showed he was fine and the needle on the graph went mad when any door slammed and Frank could hear the heartbeat too, which he thought was great ! On the way home on the bus (at that time they were trying out piped music on buses ) all of a sudden my handbag shot off my knee as the strains of Barry Manilow singing Copacobana filled the bus and my tum was moving around like some cartoon, ppl must have wondered why Frank and I were in hysterics thank goodness the next stop was ours as all that movement made me need the loo badly, We often laughed about this in the years that followed, and i thought about it too when Baz and his dad samg together, oh the times I travelled in the car with the 5 tenors belting songs out , lol