You Have To Give Yourself Credit, Not

You Have To Give Yourself Credit, Not Too Much Because That Would Be Bragging.

He Sits In An Old Armchair In The Corner Covered With Bits Of Blankets And A Bucket Behind The Chair That Stinks Enough To Make You Sick And When You Look At That Old Man In The Dark Corner You Want To Get A Hose With Hot Water And Strip Him And Wash Him Down And Give Him A Big Feed Of Rashers And Eggs And Mashed Potatoes With Loads Of Butter And Salt And Onions.i Want To Take The Man From The Boer War And The Pile Of Rags In The Bed And Put Them In A Big Sunny House In The Country With Birds Chirping Away Outside The Window And A Stream Gurgling.

Keep Scribbling! Something Will Happen.

Happiness Is Hard To Recall. Its Just A Glow.

I Think I Settled On The Title Before I Ever Wrote The Book.