It's Sunday.
Now, I am no mug and that being the case I am fully aware that today is a day of rest. Mind, according to Nellie the nut cruncher Saturday is handy for a bit of a rest too. She actually crawled out of her smelly little pit at AFTER four o'clock yesterday afternoon.
"Ooo," says her. "Is that the time? You should have woken me up!"
I have tried waking her up before, she gets the hump and walks around for the rest of the day with a face on her that would paralyse fucking steam!
So I don't wake her as a rule.
So, this morning at nine fifteen I groped her sneakily and she woke up.
"Are you thinking about getting up today?" I asked, innocently.
"In a bit," she lies.
So I just got up, gave the dogs some of her favourite biscuits and made myself a coffee.
Has she moved since?
Has she bollocks.
Why should she get up? After all, it's Sunday.
Arrested for murder on March 9th 1986 and found guilty in January 1987, Frank Wilkinson was in prison for over 27 years for a crime he did not commit. Released on April 2nd 2013, Dr Frank Wilkinson (B.A., M.A., PhD, and winner of several Koestler awards, including the 2011 Platinum Award for Fiction) remains determined to prove his innocence.
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