Friday arrives fully frozen. A pale, yellow, redundant sun, with about as much warmth as a 10 watt lightbulb, hangs in a cloudless sky; as if everyone, everywhere, all at once, has had the same not very bright idea. A smoker send signals at a bus stop from both Benson and Hedges.
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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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