James comes in from the garden with the instruction: "Go outside, walk to the bottom of the garden, turn around and look up at the roof".
Dubious at first [mainly due to the cold!] I eventually do as I'm bidden.
I go outside. I walk to the bottom of the garden [which must take me all of 10 steps!]. I turn around to inspect the roof anticipating some money-draining-gaping-hole-in-roof-disaster ... but instead ....
... I'm greeted by a ghostly white entity, gently fluttering in the cold morning air. A pale, amorphous presence settled upon our TV aerial:
"No" he replies, "It's a shirt":
And he goes on, in rational-man-speak ... "It probably got caught in the vortex of our drive, which took it higher and higher, then a crosswind blew it across and it got stuck."
"Oh". I reply.
"Will it do any damage up there?".
"Probably not. If it doesn't come down on it's own, I could always get it with a ladder and a big stick".
"Good" I say "Because then I can make a brooch out of it."
Just then, a car pulls up next-door and our neighbours' 6 year old grandson gets out. Through the fence we hear a small voice declaring:
"Look Nanna! A ghost!"
... just as I'd suspected ...
Happy Halloween!
:-)
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