Undeclared Ghosts and Anonymous Mice.

People have occasionally asked me whether I’ve ever seen a ghost. Well, I’ve never seen a woman in grey walk through the wall with her head underneath her arm, no, but how can I be sure that some of the people passing me in the town aren’t ghosts? They might be, mightn’t they? So the answer is ‘I don’t know.’

And while I’m on the subject of ghosts, here’s an interesting little thing. I was pouring milk into my tea a couple of nights ago, when I heard the fridge door shut behind me. I must have left it ajar when I took the milk out. Now, there’s a slight slope on the floors in my house – it being old an’ all – but the slope falls away from the fridge. If the door had swung under gravity, which would be logical, it would have opened, not shut. That’s the same fridge where I occasionally find the little mouse magnets moved out of position. I said ‘thank you’ to whatever had shut my fridge door for me.

And talking of mouse magnets, I was pleased to see that the tiny wood mouse who comes out at night and eats up whatever the birds have left has survived the cold weather. He or she was there when I came back from the walk tonight. Of course, it might have been a different wood mouse. He wasn’t wearing a hat or anything.