Well this is amazing, the dream team once more; the wonderful Rochelle for keeping us pumped during this time of no Pubs being open and the incomparable Dale Rogerson for reminding us of what we are missing with this photo. The last 2 weeks I have had no time to read many stories in the FF’s and for that I apologise, this week will be different, I’m fed up with Ghana and will make an effort to detach myself from the rivers and roads of Accra or Accra-vation as I call it, no offence.
So without further ado, i’ll crack on.
On My Marks…
Waiting. But how long, he’d lost count, he couldn’t count, he was a dog.
He reasoned that his owner would be back soon. With every scratch of a branch on the window, he leapt up, poised, alert, scrutinising the door.
Every time the Goldfish saw the dog leap up, she swam and tumbled cartwheels of delight, as if she’d never seen it happen before.
Me? I sit on the piano, purring, the guy that feeds me has just ventured out to the supermarket for supplies, there’s a queue, has been for months now.
But no-one will come, they never do.
100 words on the nose, a tale of woe for restauranteurs and pub owners everywhere. Hoping for a vaccine.