My superpowers have got me into trouble again. There I was last week, taking an innocent (OK, strictly illegal) cycle through Eastville Park, eulogising about the autumnal trees, flippantly remarking that I'd probably put the curse on them, following the debarkle with the ash tree which I photographed on the cyclepath, just days before it was unexpectedly felled, then this happens, 200 metres away.....
It all seems a bit pointless and is shoddy work too, though at least there should be enough wood for my crucifixion.
"It's happening, Reg. Something's actually happening, Reg. Can't you understand?"
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