1 min readOct 10, 2020
If you can bump it up to the penultimate day, that would be ace. Got a bangin’ carvery planned for the last one.
And if it’s not even half has ace as this poem then I demand a Very Last Day part two.
In a parallel universe I imagine I’m an astro-archaeologer or an orange cat (either way, I’m curled up on the moon) but here, and forever, I’m a storyteller.