Felt quite out of it lately. Certainly the news is not likely to inspire or uplift in any way. Seeing the Master of Cringe joke about the Japanese not warning the US re the attack on Pearl Harbour sitting right next to that country’s prime minister was something to behold.

I know I at times have been described as having no shame but this was next level and then some. His next move was to try and pick a fight with the Catholic Church; good luck with that.

So instead I turn inwards and read and listen to music. Before I fall asleep I listen to my trusted Google Home device which lives next to my left ear on my bedside table.

The whole algorithm thing is quite freaky, it seems to be able to reflect both my higher angelic side as well my baser instincts by its choice in offering my requested piece of musical delight or for some reason rather an odd almost Luciferian counterfit version.

And of course yhe vivid freams/night terrors don’t help either. Now I no longer have support at night time this can often be alarming.

But yesterday while I was resting, feeling quite low, Google Home came true, like a digital dog sensing its master’s spirits and out of the blue played an instrumental track that I first found accompanying one of my fave Mohammed Ali clips. Ali – who also suffered from PD – who is still in many ways an inspiration.