Lancelot's Pram

I finally managed to catch-up with my eldest son, JD,on the phone last night. Tis all good. We always get on well. Hopefully we'll be able to spend some fun time all together this weekend, with a car rally being held in a forest outside of town. They'd be into watching all that, for sure.

I've even managed to find myself a 25-minute solo-playing spot next Wednesday night here at the Kings Hotel. A few quick original ditties with a whole lot of fun thrown as well. It's a singer-songwriter type-of night they're trying to get up-and-running again. I went to the second one last night (I'd only heard about it by chance on the radio on Monday), and caught-up with some old faces too. Nice and relaxing. No stress, no competition, just playing for some interested people.

I know I'll be right, as I wrote four songs today, without even thinking about it. Not great, earth-shattering epics, but just nice little short melodic ditties. I'll get around to recording all this shit one day, I guess. There's not much point to try doing that at the moment, as there's no-one to listen to them. But I'm happy with what I'm doing, so fuck 'em all! lol

Turned out a good day after all, especially after my early-afternoon 'appointment' with a so-called 'professional', who calmly told me their organisation cannot help me at all. So much for mental health care out this way, huh?

My heart continues to go out for Jordan, as this child now needs some surgery on her feet as well as battling cancer. Poor kid!

Peas be with ewe
Cyalayta,
Mal :)

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