Whatever Happened to Leyland?
In a small bedroom of an average flat, inside a large building lived a remarkably boring middle-aged man named Leyland Stokes. Leyland Stokes was often dissatisfied, but one couldn’t blame him. His room, a bit too small; his gut, a bit too big, and his life a bit too ordinary. To add further dissatisfaction to his life, just one day prior to now, he’d come a hair’s breadth from losing his job as an accountant, and was much less lucky with his relationship. Today, he had absolutely no reason to be happy, so much to his surprise, no less anybody else’s, Leyland Stokes woke with an unbridled sense of satisfaction and more energy than a man his age had any right to have. He shot out of bed and dressed while dancing
In a small bedroom of an average flat, inside a large building lived a remarkably boring middle-aged man named Leyland Stokes. Leyland Stokes was often dissatisfied, but one couldn’t blame him. His room, a bit too small; his gut, a bit too big, and his life a bit too ordinary. To add further dissatisfaction to his life, just one day prior to now, he’d come a hair’s breadth from losing his job as an accountant, and was much less lucky with his relationship. Today, he had absolutely no reason to be happy, so much to his surprise, no less anybody else’s, Leyland Stokes woke with an unbridled sense of satisfaction and more energy than a man his age had any right to have. He shot out of bed and dressed while dancing