The rainy night, with its sinister swinging shadows, created by high winds, has left a shiny new day and new year.
This morning, the pavements were littered with twigs and chunks of bark blasted off the aging trees of our neighbourhood.
It's the eighth day of Christmas, so we're still exchanging a few gifts, and enjoying the last precious hours before elder daughter flies away back to Hades.
I thought I'd hastily leave a record of some of the treasures given me this Christmas - aside from time with family.
Spring DOOM!!!
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*This spring, terror has a new name:*
*SCREAMING BLOOD-SOAKED LAGOMORPH RECKONING OF DOOOOOM*
*With everything you've come to expect from a low budget, E...
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