hours of a new day….the darkness getting gradually lighter. I struggle to see the point of working. A bit like Wh.Davies i am a supertramp. But one who does his tramping in the mind. What or why do i write here? to record what i am reading right now ? to record what film i have seen? did some dog sitting the other day, in Jeanie’s house- it was cold, i tried lighting the fire. as i struggled with the kindle – i was about to say kinder – i recalled the old days, my mother lighting a fire in the ‘boys’ room, – our name for the living room – and how time seemed to stand still, as i watched the smoke, the little sparks, the bare bones of wood, stuffed with paper. Yes time comes to a stand still as you wait for the fire to start.

I got the fire going, the paper and the wood burnt alright, but the coal – forget it!

My brilliant career – is that an ironic title?