I'm always grateful to whoever gave a guitar to a cancer charity shop where I found it and nursed it back to health. I sometimes wonder what it's history was - it had plainly been played a lot at one time, and then not looked after too well at all. And now it's a joy to play. (And the picture's in the Mudcat Rogues Gallery.)

What'll happen after I've gone? It'll have a good home, but just where depends on how long I last.

This is a really cheerful topic for a wet and windy Monday morning...