What in blazes is happening to my ‘hood? The embers are barely cold in the smoking hole in the ground that used to be a nearby industrial site, and today a water main does a Yosemite, shooting ten metres of water up through the tarmac… RIGHT AT THE GATE TO MY MEWS, which means this morning I had to run past a flippin’ geyser just to get onto the street. An IM friend raises a spooky possibility: my inner turmoil these last few weeks is responsible, the Black Dog somehow getting loose and negatively affecting the local environment. Hmmmm, wonder if there’s a business in this?