Cold winds howl around me!
A claw tears at the very fabric!
Foulness spreads!
The black abyss gapes ever closer!
By which of course I mean that we are having our decking replaced, so there is a craftsperson prying up rotten boards and carrying them through the house to their van with the resultant wind-tunnel effect of having front and back doors open.
It is only now, after the events, that I understand truly the depths of this pastiche of cosmic dread. For the clearing of the old decking actually took place several afore this post was published and you are reading it after I wrote it; so this is a vision twice torn from the past… the change has already happened!
Davetopia 
Squamous decay or epidermal rejuvenation?
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My carpet has its stance and is sticking with it.
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