18th October, 2009 - Witches Abroad

My daughter thinks that my mother was a witch. This is because we have a model witch which we hang at our back door. I am sentimentally attached to it, because my mum gave it to me not long before she died, and it is exactly the sort of whimsical object that delighted both her and me. If I had my way, the whole house would be filled with all manner of such objects and the garden would be full of gnomes. Regrettably, what I view as quaint and whimsical is viewed by my Significant Other as "another piece of old tat" which "you are not keeping in my house".

Back to the witch. The Roundfaced Girl, having been told that this is Grandma Meg’s witch, is now of the belief that Grandma Meg is actually a witch. As far as I know this is not true. However, I now look twice at the model witch. Sometimes I even talk to her. It I mean. Sometimes I even talk to it.