54: One More Day

I’m still here. And, still to come, is one more day of the day job. To make thoughts of tomorrow more palatable, I imagine a look-after-themself-only type being situated on a Subbuteo pitch. A large forefinger and thumb descend from on high. Flick. FliCK. FLICK. FLICK. The ball bounces off the goal post, pinging back…