…Spite your face.

Heard that saying?

I got a violent wake up call at stupid o’clock this morning. A nose in my face. Boop.

I must’ve been having a bloody (!) nightmare because it took a few seconds to realise what was happening.

Crazy Dog! Just cross your legs.

Anyway. All this sent me back to Catherine Eddowes. Mitre Square, London. Autumn 1888.

Catherine

Warning : A Gruesome Read.