Sticky, velcro rain grips stolid air; a gravity-defying, hideaway-highwayman, looking to divest (those of us blessed) from any semblance of comfort or warmth. If today you're made to stand & deliver then it's too late for you. To everyone else-be mindful of Dick Turpin. Lurking.
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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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