Christ, I’m being Micro-managed, a substantial change since 3 weeks ago I wasn’t I wish this man would leave me alone to do my job and stop trying to catch me out. Thank God for folk like Rochelle, a strong member of the WordPress community, keeping us all in check but letting us do our own thang. Which is of course what everyone must do anyway, and it is what I’m about to do now at 10:26pm on Wednesday, at the kitchen table. So i’d best get my thinking pyjamas on as I aim to be inspired by a splendid photo from the superstar who is, Dale Rogerson; nice symmetry in the shot, I approve.
On My Marks…
All day he’d spent at the laptop, he could have moved it somewhere but he couldn’t move, being hardwired into the printer.
Driving to his folks from work for the weekend; seemed like a great idea until the snow fell. 60 miles at 10mph? Maybe, there’s only so many times he could stand his Mum notifying him of an email after the email announced itself.
Standing outside smoking in the streetlight (they never mentioned it) he exhaled heavily.
“Cup of Tea?” his Mum Inquisitively Chimed, absorbed by the snowfall.
So much tea; his piss like PG-Tips, and revolver throbbing in his pocket.
100 words about being trapped, this wasn’t planned but then they never are and its what came out. Hope you like.