Hey Jude,

It’s been a hard day’s night, but I’m glad to say that here comes the sun back in my life again, and I feel fine this morning.

Yesterday, I set out early for a nice relaxing drive to the Norwegian Wood, but I never got there. Something happened to my car along the way, and it broke down on the long and winding road, leaving me stranded in the middle of nowhere.

I realised then that I had only myself to blame. I should have known better than to drive my car when it had been giving me trouble eight days a week. So please, please me and don’t ask me why I did it.

Nowhere man was around, and all I could see were strawberry fields forever, until a sudden burst of heavy rain came pelting down onto the windscreen, and then I couldn’t see anything at all.

Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da! I felt like I was sitting in a yellow submarine that was about to submerge as the rain came down like cascading pebbles, and I could barely hear the ballad of John and Yoko by the popular Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band blaring out of the speakers.


It was good day sunshine no more. I was going through a helter skelter of emotions, and it wasn’t getting better, so I prayed to the Lady Madonna for help, because I needed somebody.

And then, like a glistening mirage, I saw her standing there. It was Eleanor Rigby, the paperback writer who just happened to be driving past. She recognised my car and came to my assistance, and I love her.

Before long, she helped me get back to Penny Lane without my car though, because it wouldn’t start again and we had to let it be. Besides, the two of us know that we can work it out later with a little help from my friends who don’t let me down at any time at all.

We both remarked that tomorrow never knows what a day in the life of this boy and that girl may bring from here, there and everywhere. Who knows if we will even remember the things we said today about Lucy in the sky with diamonds and the Taxman, and how they sparked the happy-clappy revolution by singing All You Need Is Love to the flower children during the legendary Summer of Love.


What I do know is that I’ve got to get you into my life until you love me do. Last time we met it was just a quick hello, goodbye. I can’t buy me love, but I sure can buy me a ticket to ride to Abbey Road, and when I get home to you, I want to hold your hand and twist and shout just like we did the night before you decided that you’ve got to hide your love away from me.

Oh! Darling. I can’t wait for us to come together.

All My Loving,
From Me to You.


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