The melodious, machine-gun trill of the blue tit sprays song over my back garden. The bass, languid accompaniment of the wood pigeon holds it all together. This freeform style occasionally rises over the relentless hum of distant traffic. Then, Nature is performing just for me.
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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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