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[Sep. 26th, 2006|12:27 pm] |
Memo to self:
Reading ghost stories on the train home when you know that at the end of the train ride is a walk down an unlit hill in the middle of the night?
Not a good idea. |
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| Comments: | You might have liked my old job - when my days work ended I had to walk for half a mile or so down a lane with deserted allotments stretching on every side. The only break in the whole grey, lonely scene was the ruined church at the cross-roads...
The street lighting was very poor and the effect was - to call it creepy is the undrstatement of the year.
(Yes, really - Bromyard Avenue, Ealing.) Could be worse. You could've been reading them at home.
Alone.
Allllll alone.
(Don't look behind you.) | |
