Left to my own devices

I was faced with a choice at a difficult age
Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage?
But in the back of my head I heard distant feet
Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco beat.

Ok, that's stretching it a bit for me. The devices are charged. The bottle and cake are stowed in the grip.
So, loose ends tied. A visit to see maw, house windows washed. Correspondence attended to. Codicil written for the will.
Fair winds are forecast. I'm so excited I can tell that I'll struggle to sleep. Unless ... maybe ... no no, the Black Bottle can't be opened yet.