A Self Portrait...

15 December 2015

Its that Time Again

The gas arrived

So did the electricity bill

Its not the gas or the electric its that each time the gas is filled up and the electricity bill hits the carpet I'm reminded I've not gone and I'm not going anywhere yet.

I hate it.

It never fails to depress me. I should have been gone in July but ill health got in the way.

Now I don't know when and it feels like never.

Bloody bills, bloody house.

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