A storm came calling

When that wee voice comes and you have no choice but to speak out. After 64 years you know it's time.

You ready yourself for the coming bullshit. The hate etc floods in on the back o smiles.

Yet, you have no choice.

Being spat at. Etc simply whispers nae worries.

Many thanks tae, Alun, John, Stefan, Paul, Stephan, Stevie, Anna, George,Big and wee Jan, 

In the darkness o the storm hope always pops up. 

One o many reasons why I love picking winkles.

My medication meditation. When you look back tae home. You think you'll never manage that 5 mile walk wae 50kg on your back. But true friends whisper . And you get back up. And carry on.

Speaking out is hardly ever easy. But that's what makes it write/right

Stay safe, and dance

The dafthermits xx

Ps. Many thanks tae the 3 Polish brothers that called in yesterday. Dropping off Polish sausage etc and a wee bottle o Jack Daniels.

Looking forward tae seeing you aw again in the Spring.