Might have posted this before, but here goes anyway.
It was decades ago, when I didn’t look anything like as old-hag like as I do now. But shortly before Halloween, I was in a huge Homebase with dh, looking for a besom broom (broomstick type) for sweeping wet leaves off the lawn.
Dh did his usual disappearing act, so having found my broom and paid, I was left very cross and fuming by the checkout, grasping my broom, twiggy bit up, until he deigned to appear.
Until I noticed a little boy of maybe 4, half hiding fearfully behind his mother and whispering, ‘Mummy, is she a witch?’ ?
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