(I Think It’s Tuesday Again?)

"Where the time loops and the light floats."

Dearest associates in rural riddle and soft vegetable lore,

I appear to be suffering from a chronic bout of Circular Time. I’m certain it’s Tuesday again, though I have already survived two this week, and one of them featured a dentist who no longer practices in this dimension. I awoke this morning to find that the milk had curdled in anticipation, and my left slipper was quietly vibrating with what I can only describe as temporal confusion.

I've begun labelling the days on my toast with marmalade letters just to keep track.

Anyway — and I cannot stress this enough — this may or may not be connected, but while buying a bottle of concentrated ox tongue vinegar at Mrs Delch’s General Counter & Undertaker, I overheard a curious bit of chatter near the powdered sherry granules. A local lad (the one who walks backwards for religious reasons) claimed there’s been another sighting of the High Field Lights.

Yes, those. The hovering, twitchy ones that hang above the eastern pasture like demented jam jars filled with god’s own static.

They’re back. They were seen at exactly 11:11pm (a known spooky time) last night, loitering like teenagers with vague intentions, just above the bracken line. No noise. No clear source. Just a gentle, unpleasant hum that made the sheep sit down in alphabetical order.

I'm including a photo for you all from the last time I witnessed them, but I fear I may have had the camera in ‘extreme pudding’ mode at the time again. The result is mostly blur and suspicion.

If anyone else saw the lights, or is also experiencing multiple Tuesdays, please pop your observations through my letterbox (top flap, not the cursed one).

Yours in spiralling chronology,
Virgil Twobyfour
Village Shwami, Amateur Astronomer, and Devotee of the Linear Calendar (when it behaves)

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