FOR SALE signs on our hill. Giant, wooden flowers. They disappear into a line of perspective that suggests they go on forever. Maybe they do. I'm flushed with an urge to draw an I between every O and L on the TO LET signs. I reproach myself for such toilet humour. Yet, I smile.
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- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
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