As I was returning home, I saw a boy sitting outside. I think he was homeless, or an orphan, or both. Anyway, I sat and talked with him for a while and we became friends. I brought him into the house and offered him a change of clothes, because he’d been in the ones he was wearing for months and they smelt….  smelt bad! He changed into some of my old clothes and had some food, but then I heard mother coming into the house. So I quickly told the kid to pretend that he was a songwriter and we’d met at a gig. Apparently mother didn’t like me mixing with homeless kids. So mother came in and asked who the boy was. The boy replied “I’m a songwriter and I met this guy at a gig… I can’t remember which one so don’t bother asking.” Needless to say mother thought he was strange so he must have been a friend of mine.