I have decided to write a book. I couldn’t care less about whether or not you care about what I have to say, but you’re reading this, so I guess I have to say that I hope you enjoy it.

Anyway, let’s get to the point. Yesterday I went out. As I left I fed my fish, before heading out the door. ‘Keys, phone, credit card.’ I thought to myself as I checked for my essentials. I marched down the steps, onto the street and towards the station. I wasn’t sure where I was going, but I felt the need to leave; a repel away from my humble abode. I found myself thinking of my Grandmother’s tortoise, Fred. A smile crept across my face.