I live in a village about six miles from down in Weymouth Dorset now. My wife, Denise broke her arm back in May and it won't mend. So they might operate and try to mend it with bones out of a bone bank. Meanwhile she's even more disabled than before - she's got rheumatoid arthritis.

I retired from gigging three years ago when I was 70. I still write songs though and play the guitar most days. I haven't got round to selling my PA system.

Life is very tough at the moment. I'm not as strong as I was, and Denise needs a high level of care. I can't leave her at all.. We get all our food delivered, and we don't go many places. However we have a nice garden and we have joined a creative writing group in the local library, which is fun.

I look in Mudcat every so often but a lot of my old mates have gone, and I've accepted that I'm not politically correct enough for some of the people here. I've gotten old and the world has changed, probably for the better - but I don't fit in like I did.