Missed a few, done a few, my apologies to my adoring fans, but rotten politics depresses me and the entering into a dictatorship via the back door seems to be the way we’re going in the UK right now. So it falls to Rochelle to perk me back up; to get my Mojo working again. Nice shot from Dale Rogerson completes the picture and now its up to me to score a 100 word story with a beginning, middle and end, based on the picture.
On My Marks…
“Sometimes it Snows in April” said someone, I forget his name, I think he did too, so he changed it to a squiggle.
And with the cold, comes the electricity and gas hikes, the food price increases and the tax rises.
The food banks were full but since the rot set in, there’s only 50p family bags of pasta and Frey-Bentos canned pies, folk can’t afford to heat the stuff, so it’s left; best before date years into the future
He’d never enjoy the garden again, as he lay on the carpet, dried spittle a squiggle on the cold kitchen tiles.
There we are 100 words on the state of the country we call Britain after years of Tory power. Rotten and wretched.