Early mizzle seems to hang in the air like an uncleared throat. My parched lawn has started showing the tiniest hints of regrowth though not enough to convince a balding man to ditch his wig. Sunday silence, the amuse-bouche before we gorge ourselves on the cacophony of the week.
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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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