A house hides under a fresh coat of render. A new look to compete with our pebble-dashing, stone-cladding neighbours. But what lies beneath? Fake Mews? The memory haze of summer; remebrances recalled in pebble-dashed, stone-clad uncertainty, rendering us all unreliable narrators.
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- Kidcobbler
- 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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