Hi,

I hope this finds you all well and in the pink. If you are in the UK it's probably rust!

Our two cats, Marcus and Giorgio are having good and bad days which is what we expected.  Margaret and I thank you for your concerns and support.

Subject to unforeseen circumstances and a fair wind, our friend John Curtis has invited me for a second guest slot on his popular Ready Steady Sunday radio show. Sunday 9 September is the day and we'll be playing and talking about my 70s top ten tunes.

I'm been beavering away like a mad thing and work on Lock Down Blues is coming to an end. It has got me thinking about the many prison cell doors I unlocked during 30 years in the job and has materialized into a poem which I wrote this morning.

For your consideration, 'A Cell',

A Cell


A cell, inside a cell block
Just some real estate with bars
No space for fitted wardrobes
Or fancy German cars

A cell is like a conscience
Some are big and some are small
More a place for contemplation
Or just staring at the wall

A cell is like a plumber
With a wrench, to ease the flow
Shed your tears a little faster
When you've nowhere else to go

A cell can offer freedom
Like you've never known before
Write a book of revelations
Whilst you're staring at the floor

A cell can be a moment
Be your enemy or friend
Offer something for the future
Or the time for life to end

A cell, inside a cell block
Just some real estate with bars
The tiny window beckons you
To stare up at the stars.

Regards

Ray