These photos were sent into Time magazine following Sunday's lightning storm. Thing is, I'm pretty sure they're of lightning striking our building. They're certainly in the right spot.
Poor Dr Spruce lay on the bed snapping at invisible demons whenever the lightening struck.
And I remain patheticallly terrified myself. A few years ago, I was, quite literally, chased by lightning, while in the grounds of a psychiatric hospital (Callan Park) with Dr Spruce. And now just the mention of lighting makes my blood run cold and my eardrums ache.
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