The Not So Great Escape

Mike Furlough was stuck in a thinking trap; mostly catastrophizing with a little bit of emotional reasoning on the side. He was also self-isolating at home with symptoms of the virus, the pesky bloody virus. He turned on the T.V and flicked through the channels until he came across The Great Escape, one of his favourite films. He watched Steve McQueen on his motorbike scooting away from the Nazis, and then jumping over a fence only to be caught by the Nazis again, the pesky bloody Nazis. That's me, thought Mike, I'm Steve McQueen, which weirdly made him feel a whole lot better.