Parallel universe
I occasionally have this problem with George Bristow's Secret Freezer. It's happened a few times this year.
Now, let's be clear, I've never met Doc Martin and apart from being an expatriate Scot and blogging a little have no connection, but this is getting scary ....
Back on the 11th August the Good Doc ended up in a church on the very same day that I also visited the house of a god (overlooking Robin Hood's Bay for strange and arm twisted reasons), a very,very rare event. At the same time there was a pile of breakfast cereal trauma in both households; decorating mayhem; dead critters, especially shrews, haunting our every step; then there was coinciding plague afflicting us. And now this washing machine business - fortunately (and sanity saved) I'm yet to find strange phallic fertility symbols stained into the the kitchen floor but I'm convinced it is but a matter of time ....... aaaaagggghhhhhh - it even snowed here today as well. "Now what are the chances of that?"
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Come to think of it, I can't recall ever seeing us in the same room together. Very suspicious.
A dead shrew discovered under the kitchen table at supper tonight (maybe it had enjoyed a tot too many of the Sauvignon Blanc).
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