7am Drive. Virgin snow on roundabouts; muddy, iced-slushies on verges. Slip-roads live up to their name as a breakdown truck prowls around town like a shark. At the industrial estate, bus passengers cross in the dark for a shift that ends in the dark. Pit-pony people pass by.
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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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