Unfinished Project [Part Two] Getting There.

4am, phone ring's, we've been done at work, the scummer's have cut the fence at the back of the unit, smashed the security lights and smashed a hole through the wall with sledgehammers, very clever, bank holiday, the place is a right fucking mess, i try to get back to sleep, no chance, my head is buzzing, i'm thinking about the break-in, i'm thinking about the twat who turned up at my house with my old bike, neglected and wrecked, i toss and turn for an hour and get up, mash a brew, slice of toast and shout the dog's, they stretch and yawn and look at me like i'm mad, out into the early morning drizzle, grey and cold, a brief rainbow as the low early autumn sun catches the rainfall over the chevin, the sun is soon blanked out by the cloud, i walk for miles....