Have you ever thought about mind control?

Because this week I realised I have none.

As Georgia prepares to leave spring behind, we’ve had huge changes in the weather from day to day.

Which means migraine headaches for Morgan. On Thursday, they were terrible. Because I got them at night, and my mind, it seems, couldn’t get enough of them.

I spent most of the night in a doze, at the mercy of my own mind.

Here’s a reconstruction of the crime scene:

Let’s say I was dreaming a duck was hammering railway spikes into my brain.

I’d start to drift awake to go get a paracetamol.

So, to stop me getting a paracetamol, my mind would change the dream so the duck was hammering melted chocolate into my brain. Softer, you see?

To make me think the pain wasn’t as bad, and my gullible brain would drift off again.

But the pain wasn’t getting better. So I’d start dreaming that Einstein was throwing encyclopaedias at my head.

Start to wake.

My mind would tell Einstein to throw triple-ply toilet paper at my head. Toilet paper is softer than encyclopaedias, so they tell me.

Drift off to sleep again.

Start to wake, etc.

So I have to wonder why?

Sheer masochism? Or does my brain work for someone else?

Who?

That’s what the people of Hawkinge-By-Hythe want to know when the town’s statues start sneaking about on some mysterious mission of their own.

Who’s behind it all?

You can find out The Squared Circle!

And there’s never been a better time to buy. That good news I teased? I’ve dropped the price of The Squared Circle from 4.99 to only 3.99!

​Get it now, before I change this damn mind of mine…

Chat soon,

Morgan

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