Home to write

So back home with much to ponder. How to help and how to tell. Easter has come and gone, so early this year too. Played a little golf, which I haven’t done for a while. Shot 77 gross in a competition which was a little annoying having been level par through 8 but then not as annoying as me talking about something that most of you don’t understand and are not interested in! A sudden thunderstorm in Cardiff tonight has made me feel like writing but I’m almost reluctant to pick up the guitar, as I know there is so much waiting to pour out. Can anyone tell me why people have to die everyday in the Middle East. Why do fundamentalists do the craziest of things? The rain on my window makes a gentle patting noise..so evocative.