Its been a while Rochelle, I’ve been out of action for a month or so due to a bereavement and lack of motivation thereof. But now I’m back and pleased too see you’ve kept the whole thing going, running like a clockwork orange. So thinking caps on and lets get cracking.
On My Marks…
“Listen to the waves as they gently lap the shoreline, small pebbles swept out, rolling peacefully across the sand, (Muted Lapple) and then the waves come back in (Sensual Woosh)”
Boris glowered up at the ceiling; his brow, creased as a painters overalls, the Letaba March Grasscloth Wallpaper, (£1200 per roll), surrounding the circular water bed, does nothing to propitiate his melancholy.
Carrie stood sideways on to the mirror, caressing her bump, as Boris furtively looked for semi-detached rental homes in Jaywick accepting Jobseekers Allowance.
At least there were plenty of food banks now, unlike under the last government.
There you go, 100 words as an ode to Boris Johnson and his wretched morals, what goes around comes around mate, thats Karma. This time next week there will be no Prime Minister Johnson.