Happy Halloween weekend everyone.
Along with having loads of fun with my photos over at this site:
I thought I'd take the opportunity this mystical weekend to tell you about the ghost I believe is in our house, because you never truly know what lies behind closed doors.
Our house is over a hundred years old and I know at least one person has gasped their last breath here. Who knows how many others?
We first moved here when my daughter was one year old. In the first few months, at bedtime, I would carry her up the stairs and held her so that her face was looking over my shoulder.
She would point behind and say 'Man; man' as though someone was following us up the stairs.
and I ALWAYS smoked them outside and...yeah well.)
Then when she was three there was an evening when she came to the door of my study where I was writing and said 'I want a cuddle.'
At the time giving my daughter a cuddle was more important than any prostrate ghost, so I kicked the unseen heap out of the way and daughter came straight over to me.
Now that's the only evidence I have that we have a ghost and it may not sound much, but when you actually experience it, it's pretty hair-raising.
Also on this Halloween weekend we have a macabre incident:
Two of my Guatemalan worry dolls have been savaged, decapitated and mangled.
As yet we have no evidence as to who perpetrated this heinous crime, but we do have a suspect:
Looking into my crystal ball my dears, I can see you're all destined to have a wonderful weekend.