And everything is going to hell in a handbasket.
The end I had all formed in my mind and ready to put down, well, I don’t think I should have gone to bed last night.
I had a dream.
Sounds a bit like a familiar speech, doesn’t it.
My dream wasn’t quite as prophetic, it was a new ending.
Had I stayed up and wrote the damn thing as it was, I wouldn’t be here now, trying to pull down walls and re-cement them back together a different way, two hours before the official opening.
I could just scream!!!