Grimly Fiendish

...which is a song title by the Damned i think.

Lets go out into the garden and watch the Northern Lights appear over Britain.

So we wait,

sitting in the garden, becoming slowly covered in a thick,freezing layer of snow,watching the fog roll towards us over the fields,the sky becoming obliterated by the gathering bruised stormclouds,

and suddenly its not fun anymore, its cold and damp and miserable, the extremities you can feel feel like they've dropped off, and its just a little bit eerie.

Things take on a different perspective, sounds and vision becomes distorted and vague, shapes contort and shift, and this grim little treasure seemed apt for the mood.

It guards a playhouse believe it or not,and lies unnoticed and unloved by all and sundry except in times like this.

and the Northern Lights, didn't see a thing, maybe i'll look at somebody's pics instead!