I had just bought my newspaper at the tobacconist’s when I met an aquaintance of mine. “Have you heard?” she asked. “Not yet”, was my obvious answer. “Last week a weed-plantation was cleared on this street!” “Right”, I thought, “and in ten years time we will be walking on Mars.”
But a little investigation proved her right – it happened on 7 February. The “planation” was discovered when the landlord came to collect back rent.
And suddenly I see our neighbourhood in a different light. Before long I will not need a newspaper to stay in touch with the dark side of this world.
15 February 2013, FH