I rise no further than my back door. Cold won't wait for an answer, barging in as I consider a waking world. The steam from my tea cup briefly dances around the rim before being pulled inside by the draught, like a novelty act being given the thumbs down at Amateur Night.
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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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