a good friend called me crazy this week.
He meant it in a good way after seeing my “history” videos for the first time.
But he’s wrong.
Consider:
This weekend we celebrate the crucifixion of a man-god (celebrate!?!) with bunnies and chocolate.
I mean crucifixion?
You can’t buy full-size crosses now, and you couldn’t buy them back then. Somebody had to make them to order each time.
Why not stick the condemned in a big hole full of water (or olive oil, or whatever is available) with his hands and feet tied so he couldn’t get out and would drown once he got tired?
And then storing him in a cave for three days!
At first, I thought this bit made sense. But it’s the weirdest of the lot.
It’s to confirm he’s really dead, right?
But if you’ve just deliberately killed someone on purpose, why bother?
Bury them straight away.
If they are still alive, well there’s your deterrent.
The whole thing makes no sense.
You see what I mean?
Fine, I may believe a small man with a humongous head is waiting behind the shower curtain to get me when I need the toilet in the middle of the night, but I’m not crazy.
Everyone else is.
That’s why visiting Hawkinge-by-Hythe is such a relief. There’s never anything serious to worry about.
Alright, so a dead witch is out for revenge, and rats are running rampant, but with the intrepid Alumière sisters investigating, things can’t get too out of hand, can they?
Chat soon,
Morgan
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