Things getting on top of you?

Need to quiet it all down?

Go sit in front of a campfire under the night sky.

Wake up, go to the kitchen. Open the fridge: Zuul.

Close the fridge, go to my desk. Open Slack: Zuul.

Hello, underpants.

I see you laid there, all alone next to the bus stop. Your wobbly white leg holes frowning beneath your powder blue waistband. How did this happen? Who abandoned you?

I tune in for another instalment of Nando’s daily dance.

He starts on his patio, checking the lay of the land. From there, he makes his way to the street’s edge, hands clasped behind his back, looking north and south.