Miserable father´s  day

 

It was not fair but we pay for our sins. The old lady in the bar was drinking gin and tonic and singing in falsetto songs popular long ago oh my dear Beda you were a tug of war baby, they did not let me see you and I cry those long journeys in the tube. London was drab and easy. We smoked N6 and Benson and hedges those days. Please don’t accuse me. The scorpion blades its tail. I hid myself but the bite went. Fathers day, remembrance ´s day. What a joke