You must tell the world your story I was told. Against my better judgment here it is. You will smile, laugh, maybe small tear.
I have no health problems, and never been abused, (chance would be a fine thing now at 72 ugly and wrinkly) please read on. The true surprising story of my life through the 40s then later living with the Gypsies. the wild teen years of the 60s. Love, Laughter, Sadness. I was born a peasant, or bottom of the pile in 1940, definitely no silver spoon inserted up my posterior when born. I had the best Mum a boy could have, many years on to find the best wife a man could have. I write my book for them, each chapter stands on its own, or PORTRAITS of my life. I have disgustingly good health (no apologies)) you will laugh and smile, maybe just a small tear only. This is not an ordinary boring, yawn yawn biography book, prove me wrong.