When I drove out this morning to go to the shops, there was a big dead white sulfur-crested cockatoo spreadeagled - spreadnoneagled? - at the bottom of the driveway. Judging by the newness of its corpse, it must have crashed to earth at just about the same time Gmail was informing me I couldn't reply, forward or download any attachments because it had swallowed my account for 24 hours. Basically it was telling me that I'd been possibly molesting the internet. Wwwould it even notice?
Anyway, hope that is what the omens were telling me, rather than impending doom is gonna come knocking.
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