Ten, a fearful year memories everywhere. Drunken childhood and bottle bank. Towering trees fallen down on broken ground with buttercups underneath. Ten, a fearful year
Ten, a fearful year memories everywhere. Drunken childhood and bottle bank. Towering trees fallen down on broken ground with buttercups underneath. Ten, a fearful year
It's funny where humour takes you. Memories or voices in head. Pen; frail...almost dead. Piano keys...where have they gone. It's funny where memories take you to the girl you used to be.
Having recently retired and recovering from a recent operation I'm back on my mission again. I've begun interviewing and gathering more wonderful memories/reminiscences for my next book.