Today.
Three garden chairs in a row in the back garden, all upright.
I go out for 45 minutes.
And come back to find the middle chair upside down.
Very little wind. Heavy chairs.
Just before leaving the house I found a very small hole in the ceiling of my bedroom and stuffed it with a very small piece of toilet paper.
Or it could be Alex.
Or MI5.
Or the local mob (all the same satanic entity).
Or someone else's operatives,
Whatever.
There is only one way that chair could have been turned upside down: by someone.
Why don't David or Garth Icke go through this kind of shit?
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