Thursday, 18th July 2019.
Today I am no longer immortal. It turns out that, all along, I was just an ageing dreamer. Full of unfulfilled ambition for unfulfillable dreams.
Now that I’ve had a few coffees, I feel a bit more alive. The above statement still stands.
I found my timeline for yesterday.
It was a good trot.
The Guv was in today so he paid everyone this morning. I had a fry up and a pint of Heineken for Breakfast in the Crosse Keys. Then, I paid that sodding loan payment and a few other bits and bobs. It was getting on my nerves. After that I transferred the rest of my money to a different bank account. Cunning, I thought.