It’s been fucking ages since I wrote on these pages and sat in me favourite chip shop. As I peer out the window I watch as the world goes around as though nothing had stopped.
It’s a wild revelation that our sovereign nation was shut down for over a year, but to be back inside as I chow down on my fish and chips is a thing I hold dear.
I won’t waste your time and continue this rhyme as my dinner is nearly all made. So I’ll sit here with hope (and pray God I can cope) and my dinner will not be delayed.