..nothing in sight down here..!
Had a flash this morning while showering, about when dreaming a good job was a nice dream and I felt that I had all the time of my life.. I couldn't help having extra cigarette on my way to the tube!

Now I would rather wear a pair of wellies and get lost in Richmond Park.. Something like: -if I won't come back alive.. It's been nice to know you..-

Tapping my knees, sipping coffee, regardless of my Office Responsibilities, bring back those dreams to life again for a tiny while..

-my colleague wants to know why the hell should I want to be a journalist?-
-I lift my newspaper and pretend deafness-

..sorry, I'm dreaming my 500 words article..