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.
