16°C, rain.
The world ended on Saturday afternoon. I was sitting in a field in the sunshine at the time, all I noticed that is mildly relevant was a strong breeze, oh and a barge chugged past on the canal. Judgement days aren’t so bad.
- He’s gone into hiding/
I was tending my new Bog Myrtle bush that I planted just last week as the world was ending. It has a lovely scent of eucalyptus. Me and the bush got through the apocalypse somehow.
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There’s another due in October says our man Harold.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/may/24/rapture-october-harold-camping-apocalypse
..that makes three. How many Apocalypses does it take ( & can there be a plural form of the word “apocalypse”?)?
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Apocolypsii looks good to me. I made it up. Sounds a bit like a terminal evergreen though. Apocalypsii terminuatus. Hmmm.
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