Snarky day

Ever get the feeling you’re having one of those days and just haven’t recognised it yet? I’ve just written this and felt faintly pleased even while wondering quite where it came from:

A car pulled up alongside me. It was one of those sleek, dark, expensive looking ones that proclaimed loudly that here was money that could afford to shout and still expect to be left alone. It was the sort of car that casually cuts you up on the A3 just before the Tolworth junction. I disliked the owner already.

Ah well – back to the keyboard and my Green and Blacks Espresso chocolate

About Tim Maidment

Writer, House Husband, Library Person, Raconteur, Poly, Queer and Bon Vivant. You were expecting something simple?
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