I have none.
None whatsoever.
None, rien, zilch.
Yet I'm writing
and writing
and writing
Now I have to carry my bike down the stairs one last time for they've given me a new shed, which locks, with its own carpet!!
Later I've agreed to join the Beavers troup and monitor the 'run away' boy up at the Heath.
Oh shit, but I promised last week.
I think perhaps it is this
When you need to be mentally, emotionally strong
Your physicality goes out the flipping window.
I'm right, you think?
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