A brief improvisation piece I wrote for Lilly's bunny which had gone missing I put into thirds and made it jump around as her cloth bunny was coming back,

he was later found in the washing machine.

Forgive the recording it's always bad recording onto a mobile phone from a old piano .

Birthday greetings for Todd who was 1 years of age. and Nino who was 40 something plus tax

First chapter of a short story I wrote about Conrad Black and his sibling sister rivalry

A short tune I wrote for Lilly on my decrepit old piano about her long tall love affair with her long tall Frigidaire ,she was obsessed with sticking magnets and pictures on it at the age of five , I thought we should have a tune, the lyrics aren't too bad, the song is a little more complex than you think with tenths in the base and walking octaves up in the Alto.

forgive my old piano it's seen better days and so have i.

Twenty years ago It come as quite a shock when someone I'd known for ten years became bi especially when they'd been such a lady Killer then become a man eater as well but you quickly get used to it, amazingly his sexual score card went through the roof and mine went to scratch zero, I thought I was going to have to join him, by all accounts we now have 70 shades of sexuality , so we better all get along and get use to it .

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chalk and cheese, chapter one, a husband and wife with very opposing opinions on the arrival of their Neo hippie neighbours.

A short piano piece I wrote about the innocence of a young mind and how our hallowed docterines to them must sound like serious nursery rhymes , hence why I threw in a few holy hollow fourths and fifths old church chordal music I've saved on lilting you the lyrics , forgive my old piano it's seen better days and so have I .

A poem I wrote about men of a certain age that divorce their women who resemble a midwife ,then go in search of adventure leaving everything behind them , usually it's on a Harley-Davidson motorbike heading towards fun in the sun I know how it feels, a hungry heart that needs feeding.

Chapter one of a story I wrote about crossing the great divide and how things don't work out too well for one sacred sapien .

The poem I wrote to describe our bohemian Harrogate, group who live wild and free untamed and untouched by the force of conformity.