I spy a police car prowling the street on my hill. I quickly shut the curtains - but then I remember I haven't done anything - I open them again to peer through a slot and I catch the car disappearing over the brow. This passes for excitement where I'm from. I calm down with tea.
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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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