There’s a more-or-less full-sized skeleton hanging on the door of the house across the road. I am seriously spooked.
OK, I do realise that it is Hallowe’en next week but that’s still five days away. And what’s wrong with a carved pumpkin, for goodness’ sake? Perhaps with a candle inside it? Is a skeleton really appropriate? Old people and small
children may find it scary, hanging there, all boney. It isn’t a pretty sight.
In M & S this afternoon they were offering free tasters of Hallowe’en
sweets. I had a worm and wished I hadn’t. Mr B chose a chocolate lolly which was a safer bet. There were large displays of spooky goodies, we couldn’t help noticing, from sweets and chocolates to colourful costumes and masks. What is
it with Hallowe’en, I ask you, that it has become such a popular festival? So popular, indeed, that people hang skeletons on their front doors...
only taken the trip into town because I needed to collect my new specs which have been patiently waiting for me in a cupboard at Specsavers while I have been away on holiday. Mr B said I should telephone first to make sure they were in but, as I reminded
him, we are currently phone-less. Even as I said it, I felt again that now-familiar tug of loss. If BT knew what heart-ache their long delay in sending out an engineer to fix our line was causing me, why surely they would relent! Although, quite possibly,
The whole world looks a great deal clearer now I have my new specs. I walked around for a bit reading signs and posters just to prove that I could. It was
a bit like an eye-test but without an optician. A few people gave me funny looks but I pretended not to notice. I stopped when Mr B joined me because he wouldn’t have been prepared to be seen with me, mouthing the words on the display boards being erected
in the windows of Boots.
Down on the front, a steely grey sea was crashing into the shore with a vengeance, a portent of even stormier times to come if the weather
forecast is to be believed. We tried hard not to think back to the iridescent blue sea in sunny Cyprus which we left just a few short days ago. East, West, Home’s Best – stormy seas included.
Home again and it’s getting dark. I start to wonder if the skeleton on the door of the house across the road will be a Glow In The Dark variety. How scary would that be – I will be afraid to visit the bathroom
in the night for fear of seeing its bones shining in through the window.
Then, just as when I donned my new specs, all becomes clear. The little lad across the
road is having a party, presumably on a Hallowe’en theme. The spooky skeleton is merely the equivalent of party balloons or a banner proclaiming “The Party’s Here!”
Hopefully none of the small guests is of a nervous disposition.....