Old Bitter Balls: That Sinking Feeling

Monday, 3 February 2014

That Sinking Feeling

A sinkhole in High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire appeared one morning and swallowed the family car, luckily no one was in it at the time. Police are of course looking into it.

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Monday, 3 February 2014

That Sinking Feeling

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