How long has it been since I last wandered around Lawns? Come to think of it, it's been a while, so a couple of days ago I did indeed wander around. Nice days do things like that to me.

Regular readers will know the name 'Lawns' because I've complained often enough about our parks department, who seem determined to remove anything green in them. I've never seen trees looking so scared.

Eventually I passed what used to be the grounds of the local manor house. The Goddard family packed their bags and left before the Second World War, and after being used by American soldiers, it was abandoned until the ruin was demolished in 1958. There's nothing left of the old house. I've seen pictures of it in the museum, a fine old house that looked remarkably modest for a stately home with forty rooms.

Hang on... What's that over there?... I know where the old house used to be, adjacent to the Holy Rood Church, and with my curiosity aroused I discover that the parks department have actually done something interesting with this particular piece of green space. They've actually marked out the foundations with paving slabs so you can see the layout of the place. Brilliant. Keep it up guys.

More Urban Foxes?

Nope. Last night was deathly quiet. That settled your hash you mangy monster, and we didn't even need any dynamite.

Meanwhile, Back At The Library

Occaisionally I grumble about someone sat in the next cubicle. Today is no different.

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As you can see, the young asian lad is suffering from sniffles which in the quiet atmosphere of a library constitutes...

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... Incredibly annoying distraction. Worse still...

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... He insists on...

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... Ruffling his bag of....

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... Sweeties. Honestly, if that lad doesn't....

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... blow his nose I swear I'm going to....

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Taunt of the Week

Huh?... What was that? Did I hear a youth hurling an insult as he strolled arrogantly past my home? Oh go away you silly little boy. I've got urban foxes to deal with and believe me, those things know how to get attention. Or my latest library nemsis, trying his best to ignore my baleful stares and whispered curses? Face it kid. You're a complete amateur.