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So apparently I find it hard not to laugh in Awkward/Serious/Upsetting situations. This has happened twice in as many day. Man I love being awkward.
First time on a horse in ten years. It was quality, even though it was a quick “ride” I loved it. But shit my testicles are aching.
I decided to go for a walk after work today. I headed to parts of the town I hadn’t been before, taking routes I wasn’t quite sure about. After walking for about 20 minutes on the edge of a field I came across this little cottage. It looked abandoned, the front door was wide open and all the windows were smashed. I’m such a big fan of ‘having a nosey’ in abandoned buildings, so I went for a look inside, perfectly aware that at any moment a squatter could jump out. Knowing my luck that is exactly what would happen.
It was squatter free but every room in the cottage was trashed. Holes in the ceilings and walls, door kicked off their frames and fire places ripped from the wall. All these things must have taken some effort, who ever did it must have such a destructive personality. It was genuinely a little bit heart breaking to see the cottage mistreated in such a way. I imagine in its day the cottage would have been so beautiful, especially with an idyllic view of the fields and hills from the garden.
I hope someone can and will restore it.
Dressing as Thor in London. Best idea of my life… So far.






