On my way to the office this morning, I saw something a little unusual. There they were, on one of those fancy benches by the Theatre Royal – Gnomes!
Were they making some kind of protest? Or were they some kind of art installation? Or had someone cruelly left them
sitting standing not very high and dry wet on a damp morning? Or had the poor things been there all night?
This one didn’t seem too troubled by his ordeal:
But I fear this Gnome may have been driven mad. The way he’s holding his axe is a little worrying:
And these guys look like they’re ready to dispose of the evidence if the crazed axegnome goes on a rampage:
This sort of thing is why I always have a camera with me…
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