Since the H word is coming up, I thought you might enjoy this.
Coming up to Halloween decades ago, when I didn’t even look anything like as much like a scary old hag as I do now, I went with dh to Homebase to find a besom broom, for sweeping leaves off the lawn.
Dh has always had a habit of wandering off and disappearing in shops, and that was no exception.
So having found my besom broom, and paid for it, I stood fuming by the checkouts, clutching my broom and waiting ages for him to re-appear.
Standing nearby was a woman with a little boy of maybe 4 or 5, who I suddenly noticed was cowering behind his mother’s skirt, his face just peeping round, his eyes fixed on me.
I was close enough to hear his fearful half-whisper - ‘Mummy, is she a witch?’
The poor woman was mortified!
Dds, , then in their teens, found it hilarious, and have told the story with relish many times since.
What does your typical weekend look like?
Leeds's Victorian bear pit in Headingley set to reopen to public.