Freaky Friday
All our Yesterdays
A week before Christmas, I had a scary episode crossing Bedminster Bridge in Bristol. You could put it down to the stress of constantly trying to build a romance with a friend who lives in Redcliffe, yet constantly finds an excuse, not to meet me, or a sugar imbalance. The issue is this wasn't the first time it has happened to me near the water's edge.
I almost had a repeat, yesterday, I was walking along Bedminster Parade, on my back to Asda, to get an Apple card for my friend, when I noticed, not only could I not focus on the the herringbone pattern of tiles forming the pavement, the ground appeared to be undulating below my feet. Again, this could have been from the stress of going to a meeting, which ended in a cancellation.
Or are these incidents the start of something more dark?
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