HOUSE OF HORRORS

The house opposite the end of the road, badly snapped by me a short while ago during a quick dash into the middle of the road. I completely fail to participate in the Halloween marketing hype. It was never part of my childhood and trick-or-treating only seemed to take off where I lived when my girls were nearly through their teens and weren't interested, although I'd been out and about in the States with my US nieces when they did it.

Extra is to mark what would have been my 42nd wedding anniversary today. It's a photo I recently found which Dad took afterwards of their next-door neighbour Joyce with John, her lodger. It was a Friday and Beloved C and I had gone back to my parents' house for a glass of fizz and some tea and cake with a few friends and neighbours before we went on to spend the weekend with my Godmother (who'd also been C's Best Person) and her husband, and gone back to work on the Monday. Mary, my Godmother, phoned this morning as she always does on this day, C's birthday and the anniversary of his death. She never forgets.