Sunday 24th May 2020.

There is 50 minutes of the day left...time for me to hit the pillow of dreams and nightmares thrown together these past 64 years by a feast of Goblins in pink laced hob nailed boots the riot they have had over the years can be found in the song " Famous Blue Raincoat"  pockets.....how ever it has also been Bob Dylan's Birthday and the song that is stuck in my head at this late hour is " Boots Of Spanish Leather "..perhaps because i can spell it at this hour of the day and perhaps it reminds me of the City of Barcelona where i have walked barefoot across the sands of the beach, and been offered at 4am services by a lady of the night...whom was young and beautiful and i wondered quite why...however her efforts would have been wasted at my then age of 60...perhaps had she offered me a bottle of cold white wine a sit on the beach and simply to talk about life and watch the sun rise i would have accepted her offer...and gladly put a few shilling in her stocking top....for taking time to stop awhile and talk to an old sod...
Love and Peace to all whom pass this way..take extra care...So Goeth..xx