Frankie says…

…relax. But when?

In between this job, touting for the next one, feeding people, cleaning, shopping, transporting and tonight’s looming night shift.

Meanwhile the sound track is (allegedly too – but not for me) loud electric guitar and drumming coming from the next room as I type.

Aah. Now that creates a relaxing atmosphere. Top son has clearly not given up on the guitar after all. Which makes me happy. And more relaxed – even amidst the music.

I could give you a sample of his Sweet Child of Mine or American Idiot, but it might not create the same soothing mood for you. So instead, here’s Van Morrison with One Irish Rover (not the original, but it’s what I could find)….

You may have detected that I’m in a wee bit of a

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We are all, like cassettes, thoughts wrapped up in awkward packaging

But enough about me.

The young Bob Dylan looking curdled over there is a clever thing.