Seems it always happens on the busiest day.

I really want to escape. I can imagine I have wings, I should go back in time. If I should it would be in the banbury road...

I mean I would like to be ignored by the people who bothered me. Click Click Click, time is passing, so violently banging my brain, seems telling me there are things that undone.

But communication blocked... dear, I know you work until very tired. So I shall not bother you. However, even I can live without internet, if internet is not the only media to communicate with you. Let's switch off__________