Prescient: this year's Wimbledon had a bunch of preening, 'look-at-me' spectators who probably cared little about the tennis but wanted to be seen on TV.

Not saying Nancy's the same, but ...

We recently had a bunch of racist clowns turn up for their organised promotional 'event' and they were completely ignored by the locals.

Thank you. I live in Spain and we have already found a large, carved 'guardian angel' stone during renovation that once sat on the corner of a window. If you (briefly?) follow me I think I can send some photos. It's fascinatng.

I recently found a sealed witch bottle in my house under the first step of some stairs.

Not quite sure what to do with it.

Cue: 'You too can have doughnuts like Fanny's ...'

Lucky not many of your patients have Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis *

* this is a real condition/disease

Well ,without the 'family' connection dating back decades it would probably have been Crystal Palace - but as my grandfather lived in Kentish Town (after the club had moved) it was the family tradition that won the day.

What, so you support Liverpool one year, then switch to Arsenal, then …

I’m from south London but my grandfather starting supporting Arsenal in the 1930s and it has continued ever since.

It’s about supporters, not players.

During house viewings – with a slow stream of potential buyers creeping around the place – the normally freezing house was heated a few degrees. Using rudimentary central heating, it made the house more appealing – but it also warmed the rotting flesh of a dead rodent, trapped under a floorboard.

No priest had ever visited to exorcise the spirit, nor any ouija board used to try and make contact. The old man, it seemed, was part of the house's DNA, like the woodworm and drafts.

But there was no ghost.

When it came to selling the house thirty years later, the ghost made a new 'appearance'. Every time a potential buyer was shown around, a foul smell filled an upstairs corridor.

So revolting, and no matter how many windows were thrown open, the visitors left. The ghost just didn't want them to go.

Despite the ghostly happenings, she was reassured by a treasured childhood book, 'The Supernatural Explained'.

There was always a natural explanation for most things: drying beams creaking as they shrunk, a ticking clock sending vibrations along a pipe in the floor to a distant part of the house.

The ghost appeared (or was heard) mainly in an upstairs corridor of the house, and, once in a while, by the front gate.
In the bleariness of sleep, her brother once saw an old man sitting on the end of his bed.

Other odd happenings – mainly scratching sounds – were attributed to the ghost.

Surrounded by tall, whispering trees it was certainly spooky – even the Halloween trick 'r treaters avoided the place.

People who'd lived in the area for years would turn up at the door saying the house had always been haunted, their chilling memories stretching back to their youth.

My partner has a Pelham puppet called Poppin. Both slowly falling apart but happy enough …

It caused quite a stir

It's a lovely song

One year ago. 224 people died but many have forgotten about this ... meanwhile ...
www.bbc.com/news/article...

Have any Simple Minds' songs been in 6/4 ? 🎶🎶

Autumn (Otoño) Spanish apples …

#Fuji 🍂

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