Ahhh, it is getting warmer on the British Isles and it is a pleasure to go outside. Blue sky, birds singing and a wheely bin parked wrongly. But who cares on such a beautiful day, when the winter spasm ease, the warmth of the sun reaches through the clothes down to your bones, almost.
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Even the much despised cars look nice, shiny as they are, all waiting in anticipation day in day out for a new owner to be bought on credit. More dept, more pressure but you have to stay in competition with others. The ad promises to sort out your digestion problem; after all humans don’t like to move anymore, they prefer to plunge their bodies into car seats. You have to reach out to super foods instead of moving your ‘trotters’, swing your a.. on a bike - but hey, these products ain’t sort you out, they exist only for the sake of business. Weird world, even weirder words on a sunny day. But I do wonder about life, sometimes.
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So I retreat to a view divided by 4 and observe reality from above. The cranes are dancing a pas des deux, Sales Ltd never seems to be open, HIS has lost HERS and the gas tanks are filled up to the roof. Please not now… I think sometimes, especially not today on a sunny London day.
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