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Ernie cleaned the coin up further and he was right, it's from 1999. So it got into my parents' garden some time in the last 26 years. I wondered if it might have somehow come in in a bag of fertiliser, but mum doesn't think they've ever put soil from anywhere else on there. What a mystery this is.
It's so far from any road or other access. It could have been thrown in by a neighbour over a high wall, I guess. Or fallen from a plane or migrating bird. It's another glitch in the Matrix as far as I am concerned.
We went to Wells today to visit my sister, Jill, who is currently a virger (they use the old-style spelling and everyone who takes on the role has to be a virgin) at Wells Cathedral (hope they don't find out about her three kids, but then again they think Mary had one whilst still retaining her virginity, so these chumps will believe anything). Jill took us on a quick tour including a couple of rooms where the public aren't allowed. Loads of history to look at. Also we saw where the staff have their tea. I wonder if the sink which looked like it was put in in the 70s will one day be looked at in awe, in the same way we viewed a 600 year old cup.
Ernie asked if he could get in an empty sarcophagus and pretend to be dead, but we managed to stop him. It would once have held a 13th Century bishop (there was even notches for him to keep all his paraphernalia with him, but got discovered (presumably empty) a few hundred years later.
I think I once sang a solo in this Cathedral, but the fact I don't really remember makes the seem unlikely and there isn't a plaque or a stained glass window commemorating it, so maybe it didn't happen.
In the main bit of the Cathedral, where you don't have to be a VIP to go (though you have to pay £14 or pretend you're coming into pray) we saw more dead bishops (or at least the statues of them over their tombs) one which had a statue of him looking all bishopy over a statue of him basically turning into a skellington - not sure that's how I'd want to be remembered. Another bishop statue had been covered in carved initials of Victorian tourists. Apparently this was a compliment back in the day, but it seems a bit disrespectful to me. I'd have added my own carving, but there were a couple of RHs on there already and I don't think the Cathedral would have appreciated a spunking one-balled cock on there.
This guy was called Harewell, so the tomb had kissing hares and flowing water at his feet, as a pun on his name. Again seems like a bit of a piss take. My guess is this guy was a prick in real life.
