The Angels want to wear my red shoes (well boots actually)

This is a total work of fiction and is in no way a reflection on anything happening in the real world. Any resemblance to life as we know it is the pure coincidence that occurs when fact and fantasy collide.


“This above all: to thine own self be true”

Words passed to me by my Lovely Mum and which I hold to.  She would have laughed like a drain at this, then rallied our forces.  Integrity is a scarce commodity anyway but one which seems in short supply in some of the circles I have frequented.

In the immortal words of Chumbawumba – “I get knocked down but I get up again – ain’t nothing gonna bring me down.”

Uni Boy is back in my nest for the weekend and my conscience is clear – I shall sleep well tonight – and tomorrow?

Got writing to do

Got people to see

Got places to go

I’m free

Bring it on 🙂