However i am here this evening aghast in myself. Fresh out of the shower having been performing with a paint brush for most of the day with an odd stoppage as i watched the snow flakes fall to the ground, they always look so soothing falling silently, once or twice in the past i have stepped out in the back garden in darkness naked just to feel them drop across my skin as sometimes the old pagan hippy factor spills into life, for i am sure those whom live across the fence would indeed be aghast during day light. Working through it is another matter for there is no time to stand and stare the banging drum of work beats the soul into not looking back in anger or softness of the falling white stuff.

Which brings me gently to this evening,the rush of rubber tyres outside this window have calmed as the rush hour draws to a close, snow still falls though gently in those fine dust balls no bigger than frog's balls, the clock as ever ticks, the sad news of a famous footballer lost at sea makes one be thankful for life....and lastly a tune popping up on my I-Pod whilst holding a paint brush today makes me smile over Brexit...Anarchie pour le U.K. by the old Sex Pistols and should i post tomorrow making a sixth day would it conclude AND ON THE SIXTH DAY GOD CREATED MANchester
Which indeed lies on the side a famous building in Manchester..where old hippies, young punks, and old panto dames like me buy the odd retro dress, gaudy lipsticks and wrinkled stockings.....So Goeth...