The Hill Shop in the sun. I see a Missing Cat poster stuck lovingly to a waste bin and hope against hope that it is not a metaphor from the future. I notice small adverts for The Sun and presume that the shop has run out of No Entry signs
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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