Daily Bloomblight: Falling Down

Today’s selection hails from 32 India Street in the Garden Spot of the Universe.

Anyone familiar with this site can and will attest it has been problematic for some time. Not only has it become a magnet for garbage, vandalism and dog shit, but it also has the dubious distinction of being the location of the most truly remarkable carbecques yours truly has ever laid one eyes upon.

Earlier today this panel (replete with rusty nails sticking out at precarious and tetanus-inducing angles) was laying on the sidewalk. A good Samaritan has seen fit place it against the fence. Maybe it will help support its sagging brethren? I doubt it. In any case, I spied no less than two hearing notices tucked under the manifold number of expired permits gracing this eyesore.

Here’s one.

Here’s the other. There may have been more but they have since decayed beyond recognition.

This is your city government at work, folks!

Miss Heather


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