The roar of the greasepaint….*

(*As ever, I am indebted to ee cummings for coining lines that fit like the proverbial glove…*)

There is nothing quite so unheartwarming as getting home at 1 am to find that the project of drilling holes in the earth into which dynamite charges are laid and set, has made it right to your own front door. Unless, of course, it’s being home the next afternoon while the drilling continues.  And you’ve now learned that the dynamiting one street over released some  CO into an apartment building and so the entire neighbourhood has been offered CO detectors….

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