Writing a Cheque you just can’t Cash

After an appaulling afternoon watching the rain come down, and spot of cooking, it was my meatballs again. I went round to Jack ‘UKC’ Geldards house leaving party, for a few ales. A great night, but when the Tequila was brought out I knew it was going to be a bad one.

I left, well I don’t actually remember, but this morning I felt like I had written a cheque my body could cash. As it was meant to rain it didn’t seem a problem until now when the sky is currently blue.

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