I’m on a run, dodging men who spread themselves across the length and width of the footpath like a stubborn and foul-smelling butter. I pant and pivot behind them, landing as heavily as possible to announce my will to pass but of course, they stay stuck like a rogue piece of fat stuck in the throat of my morning. Like always.
bit late replying to this wonderful piece .. I'm back working after almost a year off and still getting used to the whole shebang ! what a lark! thank-you for keeping me amused .. I love it .. love kummerspeck! take care xxx s
bit late replying to this wonderful piece .. I'm back working after almost a year off and still getting used to the whole shebang ! what a lark! thank-you for keeping me amused .. I love it .. love kummerspeck! take care xxx s