"How lovely," I thought. "Someone has been honouring the grave of William Blake."
I went a bit closer to take a picture, but when I read what was on the stone I became just a little concerned at the phrasing of the words.
Rather than simply showing their respects to London's visionary artist and poet, was the perpetrator of this ritual actually hoping he would rise from the grave? Was this a spot of lunchtime necromancy?
Weds 12 August
While I admire Blake's creative spirit, I'm not sure I want to encounter his undead lumbering corpse next time I take my sandwiches and sit on a bench at Bunhill Fields in my break from work.
Perhaps I should take along a packet of that pink Himalayan salt I wrote about a few weeks back to ward myself from any rotting zombies I may meet.
But if I do, I will certainly write all about it on A Bad Witch's Blog.