Time goes by, reputation increases, ability declines.

Here is an early evening shot of the (former) warehouses down in Salamanca Place.

Have a drabble.

Clive

“I don’t know anything,” he said.

He meant it. He really didn’t know anything, apart from that fact, of course.

This was a problem. It was a problem that affected most aspects of his life, and – eventually – his death.

For example, he would forget about turning off his lights, thus his power bill would be immense most months. He would forget to pay his power bill, and the electricity would duly be shut off. He’d forget that his power was shut off, and the place would get awfully cold during winter.

Naturally, one particularly cold winter, he died of exposure.

To be continued...