Saturday… ….
I woke to a deep grey threatening sky, clouds raced, And wind whipped them up into an excited frenzy, ..Seems October had already left us too November with its chilled mornings replacing the mild late autumnal days before we had chance to ready ourselves…..I for one though, in a way welcomed this change,. as the weather has been rather strange of late , too cold to sleep without my fleece blanket, but when I did in fact pull it over me, I would be woken up countless times far to warm……I mistakenly fell asleep Friday night upon the sofa,…. I say sleep of course very lightly, for I actually just dozed off and on for a time,.in reality I just could not be bothered to repair to my bedroom, which would involve actually getting up, moving about the cold house, there fully awakening myself ,and robbing me still further of any chance of sleep, so I in fact stayed put…….
Next night though I thought, I really had better go to bed (like most normal civilized folks do), Once There getting to sleep that night, wasn’t actually an issue for a change,…. However!!!!, I was rudely awakened approximately half hour later by a loud banging,crashing sound, something was moving about in the other room ….Grabbing my phone, torch, and my half empty coffee cup, (No clue why I did this).. I went out of my room to investigate further, ….Even when there though, the noise persisted, looking about me, (even behind my sofa lol, Burglar chief hiding spot) , there was nothing.!) not a thing, I soon found out the source of my problem though, …Cinnamon bun !!!!!!!(my rabbit)…. he was trying his hardest to roll his hard plastic ball up the ladder to the second floor of he,s house, I’ve no idea why, (but not very successfully I might add, …he could get it a little way only for it to come back down again, clattering, this annoyed him immensely , so he would then bang the ladder , by lifting it, letting it, then dropping it again….this went on all night I might add., Sunday night I fell asleep again upon the sofa and my fluff ball bun of a room mate never made a sound……
Sunday afternoon as the, already deep grey gun metal sky gave way further to impending darkness, we, that being, (myself and Jesse) Got out our Cauldrons and decided to make a witches brew of our ownsome…..no day could have been more perfect either, cold, wet ,Gale force winds threatening to tear up anything by its roots that opposed it’s way…..we both already had in the ingredients required, And after locating the eye of bat, tongue of lizard, and fingers of fishes, we set about making our concoction, there a flurry of chopping, measuring, and adding of herbs, we then set it to bubble for about six to eight hours, the house smelt delicious, scents of the mixted herbs, spices filled the chilled night air and I then set to, making up the log burner ….
I rarely have as we call here in England( “the big light on”) this is customarily a British thing, meaning the ceiling lamp, ..as opposed to the little light( ” a table lamp”)…no I have fairy lights, two strings of, one across Cinnamon,s, house the other strung haphazardly upon the metal kitchen rack…..then there’s my Fandles( fake, battery operated pillar candles), dancing flames jumping up from the log burner, this throws out a lovely warm flickery light, much more soothing than the harsh brightness of the BIG light…
Witching hour…….starts early here….
By 8pm my house is filled with the most wonderful aroma,s and I’m starving, no more than that passed hunger…, Infact i could have eaten my way through every last morsel in the place, if it wasn’t for the fact I wanted to wait for my dinner, (one bagel at lunchtime does not a full tummy make I discovered, ……..I lay writing in the dimmed soft light, trying hard to distract myself from the gnawing hunger….Outside as the wind howled, I could hear the shrieks of laughter from neighbour,s children, I took a look outside, …there running about, were pint sized witches, skeletons, and all manner of spooky goings on…..Small witches it seems are oblivious to rain, And don’t shrink into a pile of steaming goo, as the wizard of Oz would have us believe😁, .no knocks came upon my door however,( seems my reputation for eating slugs n snails, and puppy dogs tails had indeed gone on before me, …….that night at midnight, dead on witching hour, our brew was finally done to perfection, I lifted my cauldron lid( ok slow cooker) my nose was at once greeted by the wonderful scents of steeping, cacophony of rich bubbling ingredients…….thick ,glutinous, rich aromas of beef stew( didn’t really think I did spells did yah, don’t tell anyone I’ve a reputation to uphold, 😄……I could wait no further and ladled a large serving into a bowl, (big enough to almost do the washing up in…….
As hungry as I was, I ate every last mouthful,. there filled to the brim,repleted, my hunger at last satisfied, while watching our latest Nordic noir I fell asleep once more on the sofa, ….(It felt far to cold to go outside and soar the sky’s upon my trusty broomstick, besides in that wind, I could have ended up in china…..( Do they have witches in China I wonder ? 😁) so I made do with just dreaming about it , tucked up warmly in my best of fleece blankets by the stove…..again that night no banging and crashing from Cinnamon …….it seems he likes me sleeping out there with him ….only banging if I deem fit to go to bed sighs…..oh my brand new fleecy lined size 6 ruby slippers what have I created 😄, take care folks and stay well💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛x
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