At the corner shop. A discarded Wet Paint sign. Morning must have finished its colouring in. A man in a boiler suit frantically scratches at a scratch card. He looks at boiling point. He sighs and buys another. I buy tea and leave, scratching my head. I'm off to boil my kettle.
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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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