If I ever write my autobiography (God Forbid, cry a lot of people) these notes will form the basis of it. More realistically. They may give a flavour of who I am and who I once was. Total honesty is not becoming to one who is not only hoping to keep his marriage together and his children happy but also is unfair on others of his generation. I have therefore excluded certain things but I have endeavoured to tell the truth as I see it.  As Carole King sang so beautifully –

 My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,
An everlasting vision of the everchanging view,
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold,
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hues.
An ever lasting vision of the ever changing views.
A wondrous world of magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see impossible to hold.

Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by.
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow green on either side.

He moved with some uncertainty as if he didn’t know
Just what he was there for or where he ought to go.
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty.

Soon within my tapestry, along the rutted road,
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad.
It seems as if he’d fallen into someone’s wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer though I did not know him well.

As I watched in sorrow there suddenly appeared
A figure grey and ghostly beneath a flowing beard.
In times of deepest darkness I’ve seen him dressed in black;
Now my tapestry’s unraveling he’s come to take me back,
He’s come to take me back