At the corner shop a man picks up a Sorry For Your Loss card and is lost in thought. A woman enters in a pink pyjama onesie. I wonder if she knows she's sleep-shopping? The pies in the heated pie machine sit next to the scratch cards. Both are a bit of a gamble, if you ask 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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