When you were a carpenter there was purpose in your stride
There was an ease about you, you seemed more satisfied…

PEDAL PEDAL HERE I COME
FACE RED HANDS NUMB…

I think of him as Mr Death
Tall, with whiskey on his breath
Patiently smoking outside his shop
Waiting to hear another one’s dropped

Three piece suit and greased back hair
Manly chin, strong and square
Every morning cleanly shaved
Ready to go should you need a grave..

Today is my 49th birthday and this morning I went to have my frozen shoulder injected with steroids which will, … More

New year Fresh Start
What I shall and What I shan’t
More sleep Less stress
More space Less mess..