Maybe I should have entitled this blog entry as "My life as a musical soundtrack (Pt.3)".  The title of this blog is quoted from the lyrics from a beautiful song by John Martyn.

 

When it comes to symbolising what is most true to me (for personal and other reasons,) folk music, more than any other genre, comes closer than any other musical form to encompassing my feelings and passion.  John Martyn must be one of the most blessed musicians, if only because his experience (and expression of those experiences), most closely matches my

He wanted to come over and get some more clothes etc, so I arranged to be out all day. Went to lunch with mum and the kids, and spent afternoon shopping with them. Had quite a good day, when I got home I checked exactly what had gone, he has cleared out all his clothes, all paperwork, and taken his precious cricket memorabilia. The drawers are now completely empty, and the hangers swing in the empty wardrobes. On the one hand it's good as it means he has no excuse to return, but on the other it's just so desperately sad.

He has also taken his driving licence and passport, so maybe he can go on

Just another 8 weeks to go until my divorce papers can be submitted to the court. Under Scottish Law, and with the simplified process, the soonest one can submit