Attack of the Tubeline Trolls
It has been a long time since I fell asleep on the London Underground and fought the dreaded Tube Sanitiser for my life, only managing to escape due to the tiny fluffballs of fearlessness that are the London tube mice. When I do return to the underground I keep my eyes open and my double-pointed needles nearby. I am well aware how wrong things could have gone down there had I lost my battle. Far below London where you can wander through the endless tunnels for eternity seeking an exit sign you...
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It is fair to say that small and fluffy parts of my soul went into the Web of Woe. Standing before it’s beast-trapped span of stitching and spiderness a mix of pride, horror and panic at leaving it behind washed over me. We all suffer moments of graffiti knitting mourning, when the lamp post you adorned is bare once more, when the railing you wrapped is dull and knitless. It is in these moments that you wonder why. You wonder why and you wonder where. Is Mothra living under a bridge...
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