Monday holds its breath. The temperature slowly rises. There's a holiday feel to suburbia in the sun. Shorts; no longer the sole preserve of the postman. Lawns; still green, highlight houses with hoses. Street rubbish mouldly goes where no rubbish has gone b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶ be-phwoar!
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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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