Santipolo

The Song – The Last Waltz I was in the shower earlier. A few months ago I decided to create a music compilation. There were a few simple rules with the intention of coming up with songs which might be significant to me throughout my life. Number one on the list was strictly that, the song which was number one each year of my life. Number two was any song which throughout the year, remained at number one for four weeks or more. The logic there is, the chances of my having heard it at a significant time in my life were greatly increased. Anyway, back to my shower. This song came on, I’ve heard it so many times and yet I suddenly had a flashback to some time in the 1970’s where I can clearly see Mum & Dad dancing to this. Mum had her posh wig on, a long dress, dad in a suit. That was unusual as I don’t recall any event I was with them when they dressed like that. They looked so happy, so much in love and my feeling this evening was an emotional bombshell. I clea...

This is what I need just now as I am not keeping up with ‘things’. Days are starting and ending with a struggle. The amount of pain I am in means I rarely go a night without having to get up for a bit and sometimes take meds. I can’t look forward to anything because I no longer hold the purse strings. I need a holiday, I want to look forward to my 60th but, at the going rate of things, the first won’t happen or, it’ll be so ‘not for my needs’ and the second I am starting to think should be very low key. The mobility scooter I bought turned out to be an utter pile of trash. I will be lucky to recover £50 selling it for parts. It is not worth my while chucking more money at it because it just has too much wrong. Final nail in it’s coffin was the seat falling off on Monday! Oh well, only wasted £350 on it, it’s only money. No flight for the Philippine trip can be booked until Dennis gets his UK passport (April/May estimated). By then th...