Zen and gin made me feel stimulated and happy but in a

Non-productive way.

Won't feel guilty about that,

Just psyching myself up for seeing one of my heroes

Next Monday if all goes to plan.

But I won't speak to him,

I'd be tongue tied and stupid.

I must have an ipad, to play with,

To tinker with the Touch Retouch app,

And the painting app,

All the apps!

Oh I don't care!

Had to answer a million questions, today, to see if I qualify

For an extra £23 pounds per week pension.

I hope I gave the right answers.

DO I have right of abode in this country?

HOW would I prove it?

(IF I had to.)

WHAT does it mean?

I know I sound like a demented old hag.

Look it too, according to the bloody phone videos

My son insists on shooting.

And the notes for this blog look like a spider

Has tottered across the page.

DON'T CARE!

Get it?