To many, Monday's arrival is as welcome as an overdue bill landing on the doormat. Another week at the coalface. Now that I'm no longer able to work due to ill health, I recall all the times I hated Mondays. But now I wish the postman would deliver just one final urgent reminder.
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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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