On Monday I saw a magpie flying overhead as the honorary salute slashed the air.

On Tuesday I walked past victory park whilst a mass crowd filtered out of the gates in defeat.

On Wednesday I found some gum on the pavement it’s dull colour reflecting  the morning sky.

On Thursday I awoke to a rainy day as it spat around my house just like the cloud of Monday.

On Friday I met my friends on the way to school and talked about holidays.

On Saturday I found freedom in the weekend flourishing in bloom.

On Sunday I dreamed of life and death, of light and dark, of love and hate. But most of all dread, dread of another rainy week in Chorley.