One Halloween when I was living in a Royal Navy married quarter in Rowner, Gosport, and my husband was away at sea, I decided not to watch the telly as I was so very alone, and I knew all the stuff would be scary.
So I put the radio on instead, and a nice rural radio play came on. Alas - too late - it turned out to be a satanic horror story, but so well done I stayed up and listened...and listened...and got terrified out of my mind.
When I went upstairs to bed, the distance between the light switch and the bed seemed so very far. I switched off the light and bounded to the bed, pulled the covers over my head, and lay there shaking for ages. The next morning when I woke up and remembered I felt right idiot!!
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.





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