Getting the hang off sweeping rubbish out the door.

Love you babe xx

Still sweeping shite away from our home. 

What you abusers don't seem toooo Get.

I don't have to or want to bite my lip.

While Mel was alive. I had no choice. Scared if I did explode as the abusers came calling.

After all, as a traveler we were often lifted ( knocked) for fun by the police. Many times on a Friday, held in the cells over the weekend ( no courts) then booted out early Monday morning.

Aye bit my life. So my wife got her wish and died at home. Aye , home. You abusing cunts.

Love n light, sexy xx

We bimble on forever xx 

Mel ( My Eternal Light) as a friend once said.