I think I’m turning into the Pam Ayres of the blogging community. Oh dear. My mission in life has come to this. Stop following if you like. It’s no more than I deserve.
Otherwise, the next story will be going up in about twenty four hours. It’s a more conventional, and more lightweight, ghost story. I think bits of it are even amusing. I don’t suppose anybody else will. Story of my life.
I have developed a persistent itch tonight, in a place where angels fear to tread. I suspect some flying thing in the garden knew it was under no obligation to be constrained by the sensibilities of the angels when seeking a place to draw blood.
And some sort of critter is racketing about in the roof space above my kitchen again.
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