Music Night…

…in the clubhouse.
We left Tonya and Yurii home alone for the weekend and came down to the boat.
I had to do a bit of cleaning up after Frank’s tiling and hearth making. The new stove isn’t due till September.
Then it was a chilled out day until tonight when there was music in the clubhouse which belongs to the farm where we moor and the adjoining campsite. Frank did his spot at the beginning and I was hoping to go back to the boat earlyish but the other band want him to stay and do 500 Miles at the end.
There’s been some good music on.

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The Weekend Hippie

At fifteen all I wanted
was to be was a hippie.
I wore the flowers in my hair,
beads and bells round my neck,
frayed, hipster bell bottoms.
Oh yes, I could talk the talk
and listen to the right ‘groups’
(we didn’t call them bands).
I burned joss sticks in my room
but in reality, I liked convention,
I conformed to the rules
I didn’t smoke, drink alcohol
or take drugs.
I worked as an office junior
Monday to Friday and
watched telly in the evenings
with mum and dad.
But at the weekends,
me and my friend were hippies.

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